The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Trapped... or Trapping? (02)

Selene’s eyes widened, her heart lurching as recognition slammed into her. That wasn’t just any trinket. That was witchcraft. A charm with a spell that could shield them from her power. Her stomach twisted cold.

Another witch had made this and had actually given it to these bastards, and she knew every single one of them had one. Just who is helping these bastards? Selene felt like killing someone. How could a witch betray them like this?

Her voice shook with fury as she hissed, "Whose work is that?"

The boy laughed with a careless expression, like he was savoring the amusement he felt. "Does it matter? All you need to know is you were never in control. You thought you were powerful enough to walk into our den? You were already caught the moment you stepped through those doors."

The Alphas around him chuckled darkly, their voices filled with contempt.

"You witches think you’re gods, looking down on us like we’re dogs snapping at scraps."

"Arrogant little thing, walking in here like her broken spell could work on us, thinking she could save them."

"Now look at you, bound, powerless, just like the others. You’ll fetch a fine price too, once we’re done making do with you."

The sound of their laughter spread through the room.

Selene’s throat tightened, but her eyes burned with defiance even as the cuffs dug deeper into her skin. She felt the witches chained behind her shift, their weak breaths trembling in the silence between laughter. She couldn’t show fear. Not when those girls’ lives hung on the edge of her strength.

dread sank further

enough to forge such charms was working with these monsters... then the fight was far bigger than she had ever

as her eyes darted from Alpha to Alpha. Something was

And then she understood.

wasn’t about witches at

bait. The auction, the whispers, the money—it had all been a stage. Every move

Her.

prepared this entire scene for her. The witches were never meant to

been waiting

then she saw

the crowd, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. His expression was not mocking like the others. No, his face was carved in sorrow, a false sorrow that twisted into

met hers with

you," he said softly, his voice breaking into a whisper that carried across the chamber. "Alas... I really did like you. For a moment, I even believed you were a graceful lady. But now?" His grip tightened, his words turning sharp as glass.

dear, in this world, only one race is supreme, and that is

grateful that we are giving you this much respect. No race can even come close to us, the mighty werewolves, the rulers of the

Selene’s blood burned hot.

the cuffs had stolen her power, that does not mean she is powerless. Her physical ability is still there, and she is more than

that his head was snapped to the side. Blood spattered

punched him with full force so at least it could knock