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.

throw a gas bomb inside?" Aeron sneered. "And not only that—every single

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

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

deep. The silence

wherever they landed, alphas flinched and shifted uncomfortably. Some looked

the blame at him, to push the responsibility on his shoulders. But

they knew

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

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

colder than ice. He tilted his head slightly,

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

like stone, leaving no room

anger turned into quiet fear. None of them dared

his chest rising and falling as he struggled to keep his composure. It was

more than to stand up and strike

strongest alphas—no one had ever dared talk to him like this.

clenched, nails digging into his palms, but he stayed frozen, unable

another voice rose above the

"Enough."

eyes turned. It was Alpha Datters,

chair back slightly and leaned