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.

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

glanced at each other, their fists clenched so hard their

almost the same as you tying ribbons on yourself and offering them yourself in your pack house," Aeron continued, his lips curling into a cold smile. "Tell me, how could it be possible that someone sneaks into your territory and you don’t even have a single

words cut deep. The silence that followed was heavy and

across the room, and wherever they landed, alphas flinched and shifted uncomfortably. Some looked away, and some lowered their eyes to the

to shout back. They wanted to throw all the blame at him, to

they knew

their own shame. They wanted to call him the one who lost

teeth, his voice trembling, "But still it cannot change the fact that it was you who

ice. He tilted his head slightly, his lips curving

it was because of me," he said slowly, "I wouldn’t give you a chance

froze. His words sank like stone, leaving no room for

into quiet

chest rising and falling as he struggled to keep his composure. It was his pack house Aeron was ridiculing. Every word from Aeron felt like a direct slap to his

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

had ever dared talk to him like this. Yet now, he could do nothing. The shame

palms, but he stayed frozen, unable to

suddenly, another voice rose above the

"Enough."

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

chair back slightly and leaned