The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Meeting Lycan Prince

Aeron’s eyes grew colder as he stared at Alpha Datters and then at the others who had started echoing his words. His lips curled into a sneer, and a low, mocking laugh slipped out.

"So," Aeron said, his voice sharp and cold, "what are you going to do with me?"

The silence grew heavy. His gaze swept over each of them, daring and provoking.

"If I say it is not my responsibility, then it is not," he continued, his tone full of defiance. "What will you do with that?"

No one answered. The alphas clenched their fists, some grinding their teeth, their faces twisted in anger. Their eyes burned with hatred, but none could find a word to strike back. Because they all knew...his words were true.

He was the strongest among them. Leader of the strongest pack. They could glare at him and curse him in their hearts, but they could do nothing.

Aeron let the silence drag before speaking again. His words cut like ice.

"If I want to capture this witch, I will. If not, then I won’t. It depends on my mood, not yours."

With that, Aeron pushed his chair back. The sharp scrape of wood on stone echoed through the hall. He rose to his feet with calm confidence, his presence towering over their glares.

"I don’t have time for your nonsense," he said flatly. "Don’t call me here again. I have to look for my brother."

Without another glance at them, Aeron turned and began walking toward the doors. His steps were steady, his back straight, his silence louder than any words.

Behind him, the alphas muttered in frustration. Then suddenly, a voice broke out.

From Marcus’s side, one of his family members shouted angrily, "We will complain to the Council! We’ll tell them it was because of your arrogance that the witch was lost! Do you even know how much effort and resources it cost us to capture her?"

turn his head. He sneered faintly, almost

closer to the gates. The heavy silence of the hall mixed with the heat

just as his hand was about to touch the doors, the sound of footsteps entered

opened, and

his expression darkened. His body stiffened, and a wave of hatred

It was him.

Lycan Prince,

turned tense, almost choking. For Aeron, it was like the world had narrowed down to

froze at a cliff’s edge, as if the

The alphas behind him bowed and greeted him with respect. But Aeron did not move. He stood stiff and frozen, refusing to move, his eyes locked on the man in front

or greet. He

to this man. Not to one of the reasons behind his pain, behind the scars on his body, behind the condition that haunted him to this

slipped through his chest like fire. Why was he here? Why did this man dare to appear before him?

alphas quickly bowed. Their voices filled the

you see that? Alpha Aeron

has become

He doesn’t even want

the prince himself? Challenge the entire

whispers spread like wildfire, but Aeron ignored

every word, but neither reacted. The tension between

forward, calm but firm. His hands were clasped behind his back, his steps steady. He bypassed Vaelen as if he were nothing more than

didn’t look at him.

even a moment, he would forget everything and punch this