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?"

did not stop. He didn’t even turn his head. He sneered faintly, almost amused, and kept walking, as

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

touch the doors, the sound of footsteps entered from the other

and a figure

His body stiffened, and a wave of hatred surged

It was him.

Lycan Prince, Vaelen

it was like the world had narrowed

instant, the scene froze at a cliff’s edge, as if the next

him bowed and greeted him with respect. But Aeron did not

or greet. He

greeting. But he couldn’t. Not to this man. Not to one of the reasons behind his pain,

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

Their voices filled the hall in

that? Alpha Aeron

has become

has blinded his eyes... He doesn’t even want

prince himself? Challenge

wildfire,

but neither reacted. The tension between them was heavy like a blade pressed

were clasped behind his back, his steps steady. He bypassed Vaelen as if he were nothing more than

He didn’t look at him. He didn’t even

anger loose for even a moment, he would forget