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."

my eyes focused, her figure was already far ahead, slipping through the trees like a fleeting shadow. Just a silhouette, too distant for me to see clearly. Panic slammed into my chest, squeezing until I

step she took forward felt like she was tearing further away

slipped

Bones snapped, flesh tore, and black fur burst from my skin. A snarl ripped from my throat as my massive wolf form hit

tore through the forest floor, muscles burning, my breath ragged. My wolf didn’t hesitate. He never did. He wanted

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

her face. Her steps

confusion colliding inside me. "Why is she

ached, every beat of my heart slicing deeper. If she were just some stranger, she wouldn’t run. There would be no reason

pushed harder, 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 girl was

second, I

faltered. My

else for her?" I muttered, my voice

never see anyone but my mate. It was the only respect I could give her for the years

I was, chasing someone

I slowed, chest heaving.

a blade cutting through fog—it hit me

That scent.

ears perked, his entire body trembling with excitement. His tail wagged furiously, like a damn pup.

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

my

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

Selene? Did she hurt her? Or

through my head, ripping

care. I couldn’t care.

distance shrank. She couldn’t

frantic, stumbling, but no matter how she tried,