The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Uncle Maximus

Prince Vaelen’s POV~

But when I turned around, I noticed something. My uncle had not stepped into the hall even once. He had been there the whole time, yet apart from everyone, waiting in silence.

While the alphas argued and were ready to tear each other apart,I stood my ground as a prince. He had simply slipped away, choosing a corner of another room where no one could bother him.

I found him there now, sitting quietly as though the world had nothing to do with him. His head rested against the wall, his gaze lowered and unreadable. The same lost look I have found on his face countless times.

"Uncle," I said softly as I stepped closer, "I think we have to leave. There is nothing here for us anymore. Alpha Aeron has already left with his brother."

At my words, he lifted his eyes to me. They were sharp and steady, like a wolf who had already seen too much of the world and found no need to speak of it. For a heartbeat, I thought he might answer. But instead, he simply nodded once, in quiet agreement.

Without any words or arguments, only silence.

I stared at him for a long moment, confusion flickering through me.

Why had he even chosen to come with me here in the first place? My uncle never involved himself in the affairs of others.

yet detached. To see him here, following me to a place he had no

often than in the open. Though he had no throne, no mate, and

was so powerful that even the oldest of Lycans lowered

my father had the throne when my uncle was more worthy of it. I never knew the reason behind it,

and children. He never found his fated mate and

yet patient hand, while my father drowned himself in wine and pleasures. My uncle had been the one to steady my steps, to shape me into something more than just a spoiled heir. For that, I respected him more than I respected my own

a strange tug in my chest. I wanted to ask him why he had come, if something troubled him, and if there was a reason he chose to follow me here of all places. But I knew my uncle well. Maximus Lysandros never spoke of his burdens. He carried them in silence, as if to shield

would not

and said no more. The respect I owed him was greater than my curiosity. If he wished to share his reasons, he would. Until then, I would

together in silence, the shadows of

nothing for me, and now that Aeron and his wolves had gone, there was no reason for me to linger. I was ready to return to

night thinned into a pale

you. There is something I

turned sharply, disbelief flashing in

calm and steady as ever, his expression unreadable. His cloak shifted in the wind, his presence towering, yet his voice was as quiet

is work I must see to," he said, nothing more,