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?"

sneered faintly, almost amused, and kept walking, as if the voice behind him wasn’t worth

The heavy silence of the hall

to touch the doors, the sound of footsteps entered from

opened, and a

and a wave of hatred surged in his chest.

It was him.

Lycan Prince,

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

that instant, the scene froze at a cliff’s edge,

Lycan prince, Vaelen Lysandros, stepped into the hall with calm steps. The alphas behind him bowed and greeted him with respect. But Aeron did not move. He stood stiff and frozen, refusing

not bow or greet.

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

Why did this man dare to

quickly bowed. Their voices filled the hall in hushed

you see that? Alpha Aeron

become too

blinded his eyes... He

he want to challenge the prince

wildfire, but Aeron ignored

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

firm. His hands were clasped behind his back,

him. He didn’t look at

here, if he let his anger loose for even a moment, he would forget everything and punch this