The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Confrontation

Selene suddenly found several growls directed at her. All the Alphas bared their teeth at her, their wolves straining against the insult that she hurled not just at Julian but at all of them.

And this only made her smile widen as she looked at their seething expressions.

Julian’s entire body shook. His breathing grew ragged and unsteady, his rage clawing at the edges of control. "I’ll rip your tongue out..." he snarled with a trembling voice. He had never been insulted like this in his entire life.

And still he had not forgotten how she had knocked him with one punch, which made him a complete loser in front of the other alpha heirs. He could see their mocking glances on him.

Selene leaned forward as much as her bounds allowed, her eyes gleaming like fire catching on oil. "Go ahead. Try...at least then you’ll have an excuse for why a bound witch left you spitting blood on your knees."

The words landed like a slap. A ripple of laughter broke among some of the younger Alpha heirs, unable to hold back at seeing Jullian mocked so brazenly.

They had never shied away from mocking each other. On the surface, they acted like close friends, laughing and standing united before the other races. But behind the scenes, every one of them was a rival.

Another Alpha heir snorted from the side, his voice dripping with amusement. "Careful, Julian. At this rate, she’ll break more than your teeth. Maybe your pride was too fragile to begin with."

Laughter rippled again, sharper this time. Julian’s face went crimson. It was the wrong sound at the wrong time. His eyes went wild.

He twisted, trying to lunge for her, but the same Alpha who had stopped him before shoved him back hard, forcing him to stumble a step. "Enough," the man growled at Julian and other young heirs, his tone edged with dominance. "She wants to unhinge you. Don’t give her the satisfaction."

slow and deliberate. "Too

"Bitch..."

voice joined them, shifting everyone’s

inside the room, and Selene realized he was also an Alpha, and when she looked at his face, she instantly recognized him

Fenrik Blackthorn. Kellan’s Father.

"You all did well."

hardened as another mastermind of this

her hostage, the desperate gamble to gain leverage, to carve a chance at survival against monsters who wanted her caged or dead.

the scenes; his presence here

gaze piercing as his lips curved into the faintest of smiles. "You cost me much, witch," he said. "But now, finally, you are caught, and through you, my son will

despite her bonds, letting her gaze lock on him. "You do not have to go to such lengths to

through the room. "Do you think I trust you? What if you never returned my son?" His voice was hard and cold but carried

did not flinch. Instead her smile deepened, a slow curl of lips that spoke of her sharp wits. Her tone dropped

is not that you do not trust us. It is that the witches matter more to you. You do not care whether your son lives or dies. You just want power in your hand. After all, one more son lost is nothing when you have already lost many sons. After all, you can always breed more cubs just

face darkened, a storm of rage breaking behind his eyes. His lips pressed into a thin line before snapping open. "And you bitch! My son is very important to me. What do you know? We are not like your filthy race, who abandoned our own offspring." His voice

his words. She did not comment on his last words.

let silence stretch between them, letting him