The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: The Hidden Traitor

Selene sat quietly at the table, her hands wrapped around a cup of water that had long gone warm. She didn’t know how much time had passed and she had sat just like this, zoned in her own memories.

She only snapped back when she heard the opening of the door and saw Sara’s cheerful eyes.

"Selene! We’re back."

Sara came in first, her cheeks flushed from the night air, followed by Aswin and Rael who carried a basket of fruits.

Their laughter filled the room, but it faded the moment they caught sight of her expression.

Selene raised her eyes slowly. The heaviness there made all three of them stop.

"Selene..." Sara’s smile faltered. "What’s wrong?"

For a long moment, Selene said nothing. She just watched them—her friends, the ones who had risked so much already. Her chest tightened with hesitation. But then, she knew these were the people she was willing to trust.

So without hiding anything, she told them everything that happened that day.

The room grew still. Aswin set the basket down with a quiet thud. Rael crossed his arms, waiting for her to continue. Sara moved closer, pulling out a chair beside her.

"What is it?" Sara asked softly.

Selene’s hands clenched together. "There’s a witch," she said, her voice low. "A witch who has been helping the werewolves in secret."

The words struck the air like a blade.

Aswin’s jaw tightened. Rael straightened, his eyes narrowing. Even Sara looked stunned, as though the ground beneath her had tilted.

"What?" Sara breathed. "That can’t be—"

"It’s true," Selene cut in, her voice trembling but firm. "Think about it. How else could the werewolves have gained the knowledge they have? How else could they have easily chained all those witches recently?"

"And most importantly I am the living proof because they have used enchanted cuffs on me."

"That’s how they captured me. Those cuffs... they bound even my power. I couldn’t summon even a small magic."

slipped from Sara. Her hand

impossible. Pure-blood witches can’t be bound

who crafted them was far

even a pure-blood’s power—it would

fell again over

would one of our

she shook her head. "I don’t know. Power? Greed? Fear? I don’t have the answer. But what I do know is this: as long as that witch

forward, his eyes almost burning with rage. "If I find that witch, I swear she will pay with her blood,"

been caught by

His rage was justified.

and spread the words that we suspect someone has actually

hand tightly. Her eyes were wide with fear but also with determination. "Then

deep breath. "I need to step closer to the wolves. Closer than any of us have dared. I need to watch them and find their secret. This

track her when she

Rael. None of them spoke for a long moment, but the weight

Rael broke the silence. His tone was quiet, but there was steel

could take comfort in that, wished she could lean on them.

one waiting for her. She could

a steady voice. "I’ll find her. No matter what

her chest burned brighter. The traitor witch was out there. And

hides so well... if she could even create something like those cuffs... how do we find

eyes turned to

lowering to the table. "I’ve thought about it," she said, her voice soft but firm. "There’s

head. Her eyes were calm now, steady

done." And after that, she discussed

moment the words left her lips, Aswin was already on his feet. His chair scraped harshly against the floor. "No," he

hardened, his jaw tightening. "He’s right. We

her hands resting on the

the only way," she

their

how they move, how they speak, how they

caught. Her hand reached for Selene’s, gripping it

exchanged a look, their faces grim. The tension