The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Alpha Aeron’s Protective Stance

The owner of the deep voice was none other than Alpha Aeron DuskDraven, who had suddenly stepped out from his hidden position and stood in front of her protectively.

Selene felt dread seep into her bones, slow and suffocating, while countless questions swirled in her mind. What does he mean by leaving me to him? What does he want to do with me?

Did he recognize her? Or maybe he had begun to doubt her identity? But how could that even be possible...her enchantment was still working, wasn’t it? There was still time before it wore off. Just to reassure herself, Selene darted a glance toward the floor-to-ceiling window, and an entirely unfamiliar face with different hair stared back at her reflection.

Her appearance was intact. Then was it her scent that had betrayed her? No... Her gaze fell to the bracelet clutched around her hand, it was still there, completely manipulating her scent.

Then why the hell does he want to deal with me? For the first time, panic cracked through her expression. She did not want to go with him. No, she would rather be taken by any of the other Alphas, it would at least make escaping easier. But with him? She could not guarantee freedom.

Her heart wasn’t just betraying her, it was her prison, the cursed mate bond tightening its chains every time his presence drew near. Her chest burned, trembling with a fear she could barely disguise, her eyes darting to his face, desperate to find some clue, some hint of the purpose behind his words.

The color drained from her face.

But to the other Alphas, it looked as though she had finally broken and that she was cowering before them. Their egos swelled, their eyes gleaming with arrogance, utterly blind to the truth. To them, she was finally afraid of their kind, mistaking her dread for submission.

he was suddenly delighted. A smug smile curled on his lips as he looked at her frozen expression, his eyes flashing with cruel

But if you take her under your charge, it will be to our benefit as well." His gaze glimmered with a twisted sort of joy, as though

strange eagerness in them...like a man licking the boots of one greater, desperate to align himself with power. He wanted Aeron to

Their faces were painted with mocking grins, some sneering openly,

them, the one with the most ruthless and strongest pack. His strength

shone with excitement, like they finally found something

loud enough for the others to hear. "The great Alpha Aeron

with disgust. Their words weren’t spoken to her...they were spoken over her, around her, like

at her as though even her defiance was a joke. "Even she fears him," one jeered

stomach twisted violently. She could feel every mocking glance press against her like claws, stripping her raw, peeling back

to him, pushing her into the jaws of the one man she could not fight, not because of his strength, but because of

like she was already looking at corpses. Filthy men... Their

and their desperate eagerness to please him, it washed over him like waves against a cliff, leaving not

Selene’s rage boiled in her veins, Aeron was cold, calm as the sea in the dead of night. His face betrayed nothing, as though their words were beneath