The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: The Strongest in the Room

The voices of the alphas grew louder, some even standing as they shouted at him. Their anger filled the hall, the weight of their power pressing down on him, trying to force him to bend.

But Aeron did not move.

Suddenly, he lifted his head. His eyes, sharp and cold, cut through the noise. The chilling glare froze the air in the hall. The shouting stopped.

Even the older alphas flinched at that look, their voices dying in their throats. The alpha heirs, who just moments ago had stood tall with arrogance, quickly lowered their eyes to the ground. Their fists clenched tight, their jaws stiff with anger.

They hated it. They hated him. But they knew the truth. The bastard sitting before them was still the strongest one in this hall. If he wished, he could rip them apart in seconds.

And worse, this was only him. If his brothers were here—if all four of them stood together—then it would not just be defeat for the others. It would be doom.

The hall fell into silence. No one dared to speak. Aeron’s glare alone had crushed their pride.

Aeron looked down at the people in front of him, his voice steady but sharp.

"Don’t blame me," he said coldly. "It’s not my fault that your pack house is so unsafe. Anyone can walk in and leave as they please."

The words hit hard. The faces of the alphas darkened instantly. Some bold alphas slammed their fists on the table, some bared their teeth, anger rising like fire.

"You—!" one alpha growled, his voice shaking with rage.

But before he could say more, Aeron leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. His tone was mocking, yet calm enough to sting.

someone just enter your so-called protected packhouse and throw a gas bomb inside?" Aeron sneered. "And not only that—every single alpha in there was blinded, stripped

Every alpha’s jaw tightened. Some glanced at each other, their

curling into a cold smile. "Tell me, how could

deep. The silence that followed

alphas flinched and shifted uncomfortably. Some looked away,

the blame at him, to push the responsibility on his

they knew

cover their own shame. They wanted to call him the one who lost the wit, but in their hearts, they

cannot change the fact that it was you who had lost the witch; the witch ran away from under

tilted his

slowly, "I

sank like stone, leaving no

paled. Their anger turned into quiet fear. None of them dared to

he struggled to keep his composure. It was his pack house Aeron was ridiculing. Every word from Aeron felt like a

and his jaw twitched with anger. He wanted nothing more than to stand up and strike this arrogant bastard who dared speak

had ever dared talk to him like this.

but he stayed frozen, unable to find

voice

"Enough."

carried weight. All eyes turned. It was Alpha Datters, the leader of the

pushed his chair back slightly and leaned