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."

trees like a fleeting shadow. Just a silhouette, too distant for me

she took forward felt like she was tearing further away from

words slipped out in a broken

tore, and black fur burst from my skin. A snarl ripped from my throat

floor, muscles burning, my breath ragged. My wolf

carried through the air, she

panic flashing across her face. Her steps faltered, then quickened into a

thoughts scattered, rage and confusion colliding inside me. "Why is

she were just some stranger, she wouldn’t run. There would be no reason

closing the gap. But then I saw her properly. Her hair. It was long and black, cascading down her back like ink. Selene’s hair was silver, bright as moonlight. This

she turned her head for the briefest second, I saw her face. It was also different

faltered.

my voice a

myself I would never look at another girl, never see anyone but my mate. It was the

I was, chasing

I slowed, chest heaving.

cutting through fog—it hit

That scent.

His tail wagged furiously, like

breathed, unable to stop the tremor in my voice.

my heart flipping

snapping my teeth. "Why the hell is Selene’s scent

Did she hurt her?

tore through my head,

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

faster. Trees blurred past me. The distance shrank. She couldn’t outrun me—not on two

steps grew frantic, stumbling, but no matter how