The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: A Visit to Witch Mother

Selene left the pack house with the trio and soon reached the coven and headed towards the Witch Mother’s House.

The witch Mother’s house was big, but it was nothing like the castles or pack houses of alphas. It was simple and calm. There were no golden walls or heavy decorations.

Instead, it was elegant and clean. Every corner looked neat and well-kept, with small touches of art everywhere, like a carved wooden table, a painting on the wall, or fresh flowers placed in a vase. It didn’t look overdosed or luxurious, but it still had its own beauty.

Selene was the only one who has stepped in the house, others did not dare to... They are afraid to disturb the rest of the witch mother.

So she was the only one who walked slowly through the halls. Her footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor. The walls were painted in plain colors, but it gave the place a graceful look. She felt the same thing she always felt here...peace.

Finally, she reached a door at the end of the hall. She pushed it open and stepped inside.

The room was bright, with sunlight streaming in through a wide window. A woman was sitting near it, her eyes looking outside as if lost in thought.

Selene paused for a moment. Even though she had seen her before, she was still every time struck by how graceful the witch mother looked.

The woman was already over fifty, yet she looked no older than thirty. Her hair was wavy, a soft brown color, and it curled gently down her back. Her face was smooth, with sharp but calm features. Her eyes were clear and steady, carrying both kindness and authority.

She was wearing a plain gown, with nothing decorated or shiny about it. But even in its simplicity, it looked elegant on her. There was no crown on her head, no jewels on her body, nothing to make her stand out...yet her presence alone filled the room.

turned her head slowly and looked at Selene. A small, warm smile

"Selene," she said softly.

Mother, I came here to meet you," she said

toward her and gave her a soft smile. "Come, sit," she said, pointing to the chair in front of

moment, she found herself staring again, lost in

to herself, the woman actually looked very much like her mother. The same gentleness in her eyes, the same soft aura

her that motherly warmth she missed. Sitting here,

life, if there was anyone Selene trusted the most, it was this woman. Because this was the only person who had guided her many times, helped her stand up again, and given her hope when

Selene could not even compare. who was a pure-blood and had an advantage, she knew she was still far behind the witch mother, whether it was in

feeling both respect and comfort in

to start the conversation. But before she could say anything, Witch Mother

meet your mates?" she asked

her body started to shudder. The question hit her straight in the

need to be nervous, child. I’m only asking. If you don’t want to talk about it, we can leave

"I... I cannot hide anything from you,"

me everything," she said warmly. Then

to the floor. She did not want to talk about it. Witch Mother noticed