The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Who the hell are you?

Luca’s POV ~

I followed in the direction, my feet carrying me before I even realized. Julian’s head turned at the sound of my approach, and the moment his eyes met mine, the color drained from his face. His whole body tensed, like he’d been caught doing something shameful.

Pathetic.

I tilted my head slightly, narrowing my eyes. He looked like he wanted to vanish, like he was desperate for me not to recognize him.

"What the hell is with him?" I muttered under my breath. "He should worry about himself before worrying about me."

I didn’t have the time or the patience to waste on some bratty alpha heir and his little fits. There were more important things weighing on me. One of them was definitely her. My mate.

And now... her scent.

At first, I thought it was a cruel trick of my mind. My wolf had whispered it too many times in the past year, too many false hopes, too many nights clawing at the emptiness inside me. He would whisper, "She’s here; she’s close," only for it to be nothing. Just grief twisting into hallucinations.

But this time... this time the scent was real. I could taste it in the air, rich and undeniable, the one thing that had haunted me through endless nights.

"No... it can’t be," I whispered, my throat tightening.

My wolf howled inside me, clawing against my chest. It’s her...ours.

I wanted to believe. God, I wanted to. But doubt tore at me like fangs digging into bone. What if it was another illusion? Another dream turned into a nightmare the moment I reached out?

Still... what if it wasn’t? What if it really was her?

I couldn’t let this chance go.

"I’ll catch her," I growled, my words filled with desperation. "I’ll find out if it’s true."

focused, her figure was already far ahead, slipping through the trees like a fleeting shadow. Just a silhouette, too distant

forward felt like she

words slipped

could stop me, my body leapt forward. Bones snapped, flesh tore, and black fur burst from my skin. A snarl ripped from my throat as my massive wolf form

forest floor, muscles burning, my breath ragged. My

moment my growl carried through the air, she looked back. And

face. Her steps faltered, then quickened

colliding inside me.

run. There would be no reason for fear. But if she was Selene... she had every

harder, closing the gap. But then I saw her properly. Her hair. It was long and black, cascading down her

for the briefest second, I saw her face. It was also different from

speed faltered. My

mistake someone else for her?" I muttered, my voice a low growl. "What the

swore to myself I would never look at another girl, never see anyone but my mate. It was the only respect I could give her for the years she had been torn away from

was, chasing

I slowed, chest heaving.

blade cutting through fog—it hit me

That scent.

entire body trembling with excitement. His

tremor in my voice. "That scent... it’s Selene’s. Undoubtedly

ground tilted beneath me, my heart

why—" I snarled, snapping my teeth. "Why the hell is Selene’s scent all over

something to Selene? Did she hurt her? Or

through my head, ripping me

didn’t care. I couldn’t care. I needed

pounded harder, faster. Trees blurred past me. The distance shrank. She couldn’t outrun me—not on two legs, not against a

frantic, stumbling, but no matter how