The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Behind the Doors

The music in the hall swelled, but its rhythm no longer matched the atmosphere of the room.

One by one, the Alphas slipped away. At first, it was hardly noticeable, a single figure excusing himself, another vanishing into the shadows of the doorways. But soon, Selene noticed the pattern. Their chairs grew empty, their wine glasses half-abandoned on silver trays.

Laughter still rang in the air, but it was the laughter of those who held no power. They were either the partners, lesser wolves, or those meant to be dazzled and distracted while true decisions were made behind closed doors.

Selene’s brow furrowed, her mind instinctively becoming clear as she realized the seriousness of the situation. She forgot about Aeron, about storm-grey eyes and the mate bond that gnawed at her veins. None of it mattered now. The only thing that mattered was the witches.

She had worked too hard and risked too much to come this far. The information she carried was almost accurate. The Alpha of the Midnight Pack was planning to auction off the witches he had kept hidden. Young ones, powerful ones, girls barely past childhood. All to be handed over like prizes to whichever Alpha bid highest.

The thought made Selene’s stomach twist.

She could not fathom why he dared it when every Alpha in these lands was clawing to claim witches for themselves. Perhaps his pack was drowning in debts; perhaps he hungered for money more than power. It did not matter. The reason was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was stopping it.

Selene’s gaze swept the hall again. Where had they all gone? Where had the true gathering begun? The chandeliers glittered above her, mocking in their beauty, while the crowd below remained blissfully unaware, laughing, drinking, and dancing, as if the fate of lives was not being sealed in the shadows.

Her heartbeat quickened. She could not stay here, not while the trail was growing colder with every passing breath.

Slipping into the flow of the crowd, Selene moved with careful steps, her expression a mask of serenity.

the edge of the hall, her calm melted into something sharper. Her body moved quick

and dim, lined with velvet drapes and lamps that flickered low. Footsteps echoed somewhere ahead, too

thought

witches. Stop whatever they are planning before it’s

with that resolve burning in her veins, she slipped deeper into the pack house, where the true heart

music from the hall dimmed into nothing but a distant

seeped into her skin. But her instincts were

of lamplight cut across the floor. Selene pressed herself to the side, steadying her breath. The words carried through

sixteen. She’ll fetch a high

yet, but she’ll be good for

hair... rare bloodline. Twice

stomach turned

closer, slipping into the shadows as

grand chamber was lined with Alphas, their heavy cloaks brushing the floor as they lounged around a long, polished table.

carpet, chains biting into their wrists and ankles, their heads bowed low. Their skin was pale, their eyes glazed, their bodies trembling weakly

Her blood boiled.

the chains apart and drag them out. But she forced herself still, nails biting into her palms until she could feel blood on