The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: I hope you rot in hell, Selene.

Prince Vaelen’s POV~

Moments later, I prepared to leave the Midnight Pack myself. My warriors are waiting. But just as I was about to depart, Alpha Marcus appeared with a flushed face and in a hurried manner.

"My prince!" Marcus called out, nearly tripping over himself as he ran forward. His tone was sharp with panic.

"Why so soon? You have only just arrived today. Did we offend you? Have we done something displeasing?" His voice cracked as he spoke, his pride forgotten, his words tumbling out like a beggar pleading for scraps.

I turned my head slowly; my eyes were cold and distant. A faint sneer tugged at my lips at the sight of the Alpha groveling. I said nothing for a long moment, letting Marcus stew in his own desperation.

Finally, my voice came, smooth but clipped. "I have urgent matters in the palace. That is all. Do not overthink what does not concern you."

I did not bother to soothe the Alpha’s fear, nor did I explain further. I simply ignored his lowered gaze and gave the signal to depart. Soon the Midnight Pack was left behind.

The journey home stretched long, the night giving way to dawn, the dawn to day. Yet when the palace gates came into sight, I did not feel relief. My mind was still restless, heavy with thoughts of my uncle’s sudden departure.

By the time I reached my chambers, my body was tired. The long journey from the Midnight Pack still weighed on me, and the palace air felt heavier than ever. Yet the moment my hand touched the door, a strange unease struck me.

The instant I entered, my steps froze. My expression hardened as I caught something strange.

The room felt wrong.

A heavy, cloying scent hung in the air, strange and sweet, curling through my senses like smoke. My wolf stirred uncomfortably, my head clouding, and my instincts sharpening. I knew at once—it wasn’t natural. It was a drug, a poison, something meant to weaken my control.

My eyes narrowed to ice.

And then I saw her.

On my bed, sprawled with shamelessness, lay a woman in a flimsy nightgown that barely hid anything. The fabric slipped off her shoulders, clinging only where it needed to, leaving the rest of her body open and displayed as if she were some kind of gift.

painted smile, her hair tumbled over the pillows, and her body

a heartbeat, my blood boiled so hard that I wanted to

audacity of this bitch to

my jaw clenched until it ached.

drug me, and dare to think I would ever lower myself to touch her. The sight of

trembling beneath the

of cowering, rose slowly from the bed. Confidence shimmered in her eyes, her body movements provocatively bold, the thin fabric slipping lower

sweetly, "let

to lift her hand toward my

touch me!" I thundered, my teeth bared, my voice rough with disgust. My whole body

Her breath came fast, her eyes desperate. No—she was not going to lose this opportunity. After countless schemes and begging, she had finally reached

would be ruined. She knew this was her last opportunity to become the Lycan Queen. She needed him to mark

me, her body colliding against mine, her lips inches from my throat. She thought if she pressed herself on me, if she ignited my instincts, my control would snap. What alpha could resist a willing woman

was not

fury exploded. My leg

struck her square in the

across the floor. Her body slammed

ground, her

did not wait for a second before slamming the door

***

the closed door in disbelief, her heart pounding with humiliation. Then desperation clawed its way up from her throat, and she scrambled to her feet,

She cried, her voice cracking,

the door never

answer.

weaker this time. Her chest heaved with sobs, her body shaking from the

Why wouldn’t he even look