The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 85

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."

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

took forward felt like

words slipped out in a broken

fur burst from my skin. A snarl ripped from my throat

the forest floor, muscles burning, my breath ragged. My wolf didn’t hesitate.

through the air,

eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. Her steps faltered,

colliding

my heart slicing deeper. If she were just some stranger, she wouldn’t run. There would be no reason for fear. But if she was Selene... she had every reason

hair. It was long and black, cascading down her

her head for the briefest second,

faltered. My heart

I muttered, my voice a low growl.

It was the only respect I could give her for the years she

was, chasing

I slowed, chest heaving.

blade cutting through

That scent.

excitement. His tail wagged furiously, like

tremor in

me, my heart flipping between joy

the hell is Selene’s scent all over this

hurt her? Or

tore through my head, ripping me

I couldn’t care. I

The distance shrank. She couldn’t

but no matter how she

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