The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: My Mate

Selene’s POV ~

I followed him in silence, each step feeling heavier than the last.

The echo of our footsteps filled the corridor, the sound too loud in the hush that had settled after the madness of the hall. The laughter, the leering eyes, and Fenrik’s smug satisfaction were behind me now.

Aeron didn’t speak.

He walked like a shadow stretched too long, as if the silence bowed for him. And I—gods, I hated myself for how my legs moved, how I followed, like I didn’t have a choice. Like the cursed bond was already dragging me forward by the throat.

But I wasn’t helpless. I have not lost my mind completely to the mate bond.

My eyes darted to the side, searching for any path of escape. I’d escaped worse places. Fled more ruthless men. I could do it again.

I just needed the right moment.

I slowed my steps, just a little, measuring the distance, waiting for a turn...anywhere I could vanish into shadow.

And then...

"Don’t."

His voice sliced through the quietness between us. I stopped breathing for a second.

He didn’t turn and didn’t even raise his voice. Just that one word, dropped into the air like a guillotine. And somehow, it was enough.

"I told you," he said, voice like frost brushing bare skin, "running is futile."

I stood still, my pulse roaring in my ears. How does he know what’s going on in my mind when he hasn’t even looked back once? Does he have eyes in the back of his head?

And worst of all, his voice was enough for my heart to pour with delight.

My hands curled into fists as I forced my legs to move again. I hated this. Hated how my years of discipline meant nothing right now. Not against him or this cursed bond.

We finally stopped at a tall door made of obsidian, carved with ancient runes I couldn’t decipher, but it looked important.

Aeron pressed his palm against it, and the door was pushed open.

looking at me, but I could feel his gaze all the

"In."

for a moment. Then

in atmosphere. Empty and quiet. No furniture aside

feel free. It

the light. Everything about the space was wrong. It was too calm. Like it was waiting

bring me here? What

me with a soft,

to the far side of the room and stood near the window, arms folded behind his back,

with a pounding heart. Every part of me screamed to move,

silence swallowed

into knots. Was he toying with me? Did he know who I was? Had he seen through the enchantment

he bring me here? What

silence had

of tension tighter in my chest until it felt like my

kept my voice steady. "Why did

handed over like some cursed offering. Like

either run or attack. My hands were relaxed at my sides,

answer at

simply turned from the window, moving with ease. He shrugged off his black coat,

mine, and the weight of it was like gravity pulling me

voice that made

neutral, but my eyebrow lifted before I could stop

hit me. Is he going to use me?

Alphas who leeched power from witches, draining them like vessels until there

made my stomach turn. A wave of disgust washed

change. But something

he knew what

he said, his voice

tone. Just a clear, almost cold certainty. He wasn’t trying to convince me. He was stating a

A pause that made my skin prickle with something I couldn’t quite

have an

my face tensed. Offers from Alphas were rarely offers at all. But he went

for me," he said. "And I