The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Why do you smell like Selene?

Selene’s POV ~

The hit made it hard for me to breathe. One moment I was running...branches clawing at my arms, my heart hammering in my chest—the next I was crushed beneath the sheer weight of a massive wolf.

His body slammed me into the dirt, his claws digging into the ground on either side of my head, trapping me there as though I were prey.

My scream choked in my throat. All I could hear was his ragged breathing, his chest heaving above me, and the wild storm of his heartbeat thrumming against mine.

His fur rubbed against my skin, thick and scratchy, and his deep, musky, and strong scent wrapped around me, filling my chest so much I could barely breathe.

Then came his voice. Low and guttural, vibrating from deep inside his chest. "Who the hell are you? And why do you smell like my mate?"

The words felt like knives, cutting into me exactly where it hurt most. My stomach dropped and twisted, like something had been torn inside me. He didn’t recognize me. He looked at me, pinned me beneath his monstrous form, and still... he didn’t know.

of my soul screaming that my mate should know me. He should always know me, no matter what

couldn’t recognize me, then I could escape. If he saw

my trembling lips to part. My voice wavered, soft and desperate, the perfect picture of an innocent girl caught in the jaws

growled, deep and rough, his hot breath burning my face as he came closer. I flinched back without thinking, but there was nowhere to escape. His sharp teeth shone in the moonlight, and

though shielding myself from his accusations. My voice broke, trembling with practiced fear. "Please... I’m just a human. I don’t know

earth beneath us. "Then why

didn’t falter. I swallowed hard, letting tears prick my eyes, letting fear twist across my features until I looked like nothing more than a terrified girl who had stumbled into something she never

swear—I was running from Alpha Julian. He... he brought me here, but his intentions weren’t good. He tried to force himself on me, so I kicked him and ran. That’s it. I don’t

flicker of hesitation. Doubt. His ears twitched, and

the ground, clutching himself in pain. He realized I had already been running before he even laid eyes on me. My

me. His gaze returned to me, sharper now, piercing. "Then why..." His voice was a low, dangerous rumble. "Why do you smell like

name. My name. It fell from his lips like a curse and a prayer all at once, and every bone in my body ached to respond, to cry out. It’s me—it’s always been me! But

never let me go. He would chain me, cage me, and drown me in his suffocating obsession until I was nothing but a shadow

I did what I