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."

Her

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

was far stronger

like that—cuffs that can suppress even a pure-blood’s power—it

fell again over

finally whispered, "But why? Why would one of our own... betray us like

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

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

could feel his pain, as he had all the right to be angry. Because his sister had actually been caught by those werewolves and they couldn’t

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.

took 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 is

I knew we could only track her when she

grip trembled but did not loosen. Aswin exchanged a tense glance with Rael. None of them

quiet, but there was steel in it. "If you do this... you

on them.

she had no one waiting for her. She could take

a steady voice. "I’ll find her.

out there. And

witch hides so well... if she could even create something like those cuffs...

eyes turned to

slowly, her gaze lowering to the table. "I’ve thought about it," she said, her voice soft but

steady with a quiet resolve that sent a

has to be done." And after that, she

moment the words left her lips, Aswin was already on his feet. His chair scraped harshly against the floor.

his jaw tightening. "He’s

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

is the only

cut through their protests, soft but

know how they move, how they speak, how they think. If anyone can slip among them without raising suspicion..." Her voice lowered, almost a murmur.

caught. Her hand reached for

grim. The tension in the room pressed like a storm about to