The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Don’t Abandon Me

Selene’s POV ~

Hope flickered in my chest like a fragile flame, delicate yet persistent. For the first time since he had tackled me into the dirt, I dared to believe...I might escape.

My lungs still trembled with his suffocating presence, my skin still burned beneath the press of his massive body, but somewhere inside, relief whispered: I still can get out from here.

Luca. Of all four brothers, he is the most brute, the most reckless, and the one who relied on claws and teeth more than cunning.

If it had been Kael’s cold eyes pinning me down, I would have had no chance of running once caught. Because Kael saw through lies like glass and dissected truths as if they were his prey.

But Luca... he was different. He is simple-minded. He thinks by strength and not thought. That meant he could be swayed, manipulated, and deceived. If I played the part well enough, I could get out of his grasp before the others caught wind.

Yet his eyes, glowing with raw confusion, refused to let me breathe freely. That questioning gaze—why? Why did I smell like her? He couldn’t let go of the mystery, and I could almost feel his mind tugging at the fraying threads, pulling closer and closer to the truth.

I couldn’t waste time. Not when every second in their presence brought me closer to discovery. The bond screamed between us, louder now, thrashing against the walls I had built around it. If I lingered more, the chances would be more; he would definitely see through me. So I had to leave.

My fingers pressed against the earth, nails digging into the soil as I whispered a silent chant beneath my breath. The words rolled soundlessly from my lips, curling around the beast above me.

His massive frame shuddered. His glowing eyes blinked, slow and heavy, like someone fighting against an unseen tide. The growl rumbling from his throat faltered, breaking into sharp breaths as his body began to sag, betrayed by exhaustion that wasn’t his own.

triumph flickered in me.

spirit clawed against my spell, refusing to surrender. His chest heaved violently, his

faltering gaze,

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Author’s POV~

mind wrestled with the truth, confusion twisting into realization. Had he

doubt, another voice thundered across his mind. It was Aeron, his brother,

mate is here; you have to find her." Aeron’s desperate

only he could

his own judgment. Even drowning in the pull

was not

broke from him in a rasp.

sound tasted of agony on his tongue. He didn’t even know how he knew—only that he did. His wolf surged with recognition, tearing through the veil of confusion. She was his. His mate.

felt her slipping

bond, and through the earth beneath his claws. Pain roared through him, violent and suffocating, as though the very air was torn from his lungs. Wolves did not survive without their

to her neck, needing contact before she vanished from him entirely.

himself, as though convincing his own heart she was still

moment, his pride, his rage, his brutality—all of it fell away. There was only the wolf. A creature stripped bare,