The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Coven

Kieran’s POV ~

When Selene left the room to take the call, the silence pressed on me. It was sudden and heavy. A hollow ache spread inside, like she was walking away forever. Sadness gripped me without warning, and I hated how quickly it made me feel sad.

I did not want to be alone.

But then she came back. Her steps were light, but her eyes... her eyes were looking at me with something I could not name. My heart jolted once, hard, but I kept my face calm as always. Calm was easier than truth.

She asked softly, almost too casually, about the party at Sara’s house. Her parents had invited me, but did I want to go or not?

Her words struck me harder than they should have. Did she really mean it? To bring me there? I knew well that the coven never allowed outsiders unless there was trust. Trust was rare and dangerous. And yet, her question meant she trusted me.

The thought unsettled me. It burned in my chest.

She hesitated then, quickly adding that if I was busy, I didn’t have to go. Her tone carried nerves, as though she was afraid of my answer.

Before she could even finish, I heard my own voice cutting through. "No. I will go."

The words came sharp, without pause, and the look on her face showed surprise. But I could not take them back. I did not want to.

we decided to leave immediately since the place was very far away. But then she suddenly asked a question that sent a jolt of fear through me—where was my car? Panic gripped me, but I lied, and relief washed over

the car. She turned to me with a small smile and said she wanted to stop at a mall.

she stepped out. I stayed in the car, leaning back against

returned. But this

way I had not seen before. Fresh, neat, and soft against her skin. Her hair fell free, catching the sunlight through the window. For a moment, she looked less like the Selene I had known and

inside me shifted

tightened, and my throat grew warm. I could not stop staring at her. Every detail—her fingers brushing her hair behind her ear, the faint smile on her lips, the way she adjusted her

fluttered, hard and unsteady. It was

inside whispered fiercely: She is yours. She belongs to you. Don’t let her slip away. Claim her before the

caught

running wild and restless, and now, just one glance at her was enough to stir something dangerous in me. Heat

Panic shot through me.

make sure she noticed nothing unusual. The movement felt

face.

with nothing but her presence. It felt humiliated

out the window, pretending to be calm, but inside

dare