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."

Sara. Her hand flew

voice hard. "That’s impossible. Pure-blood witches can’t be bound so easily. Not unless..." His words

the one who crafted them was far stronger

what this means? To forge cuffs like that—cuffs that can suppress even a pure-blood’s power—it would take knowledge and immense power. And if she has the capability to make those powerful cuffs, that means

fell again over

one of our

as 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

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

as he had all the right to be angry. Because his sister had actually been caught by

His rage was justified.

words that we suspect someone has actually betrayed us, she’ll vanish

Selene’s hand tightly. Her eyes were wide with fear but also with determination. "Then what do

a 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

we could only track her when she came in contact with

exchanged a tense glance with Rael. None of them spoke for a long moment, but the weight

but there was steel in it. "If you do this... you won’t

on them. But deep down, she knew this path was extremely dangerous and she did not plan to take

family waiting for them. She couldn’t allow any risk to fall on them. On the other side, she had no one waiting for her. She could take the risk, and even if something

a steady

brighter. The traitor witch was out there.

"If this witch hides so well... if she could even create something

eyes turned

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

were calm now, steady with a quiet resolve that sent a

has to be done." And after that, she discussed her

his feet. His chair scraped harshly against the

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

stayed where she was, her hands resting on the table,

the only way,"

cut through their protests,

this. I’ve lived among them, I know their habits, their ways. I know how they move, how they speak, how they

reached for Selene’s, gripping

look, their faces grim. The tension in the room pressed like a