The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Caught Red-Handed

Selena’s heart skipped a beat when the man’s eyes turned in her direction. Without thinking, she lowered herself down, sinking into the shadows of the corner. She pressed her back hard against the wall, holding her breath. Her spell kept her hidden.

She knew he could not see her unless she allowed it. Still, her chest tightened. Her hands shook.

She clenched her fists tighter, fighting the anger that wanted to burst out of her. Rage burned in her mind, clouding her thoughts. But she forced herself to calm down. If she lost control now, everything would end here.

Slowly, she breathed in and out until her body was steady again.

The man scanned the hall but found nothing. His eyes returned to the Alphas standing before him, who were not even taking him seriously. They even stared back at him with defiance.

His face darkened. His lips twisted. A low groan left his throat, heavy with frustration. But still, the young Alphas did not move. Their silence was louder than words.

The man’s face filled with resentment and anger. At last, with an angry flick of his hand, he threw a thick file onto the counter table. The sound echoed across the hall.

"If Alpha Aeron is not willing to hand over the power of the Moonveil pack, or if he refuses to kill that witch, then the council of werewolves will act on its own," he said with a scowl. Without waiting for an answer, he turned away and walked out with heavy steps striking the floor. The messenger followed behind.

Alpha Fenrick also walked out after them, silent and stiff.

The man clenched his jaw as he left the hall. His thoughts burned. Never had he believed these arrogant young Alphas would dare to defy the council openly. Yet here they stood, daring to raise their heads against them. His chest twisted with regret.

If they refused to kill that witch... then how was he supposed to get his son back?

It had been weeks with no news, no sign, no trace of his son. His heart tore at the thought. Was his son alive? Or had the witches already shredded him apart, leaving nothing but bones?

than his anger. He could not lose

too vanished with the rest of the council members, his shadow dragging

emptied, and silence appeared

even glance back at it. They

remained, crouched in her

flickered to the

she rose to her feet. Carefully, step by step, she tiptoed inside the hall.

the counter, her hands trembling slightly. Her eyes locked on the

this file, then maybe she could get some clue about what this council was

stretched out her hand. Her chest

herself that one look inside would give her the answers she had been

the file. Her eyes moved fast over the first page. It

Name: unknown.

Age: unknown.

Gender: female.

Purity: pure-blood witch.

to contain a very high level

It listed where she had been seen—villages, packs, borders. It said how many people she had killed, how many

a cold way. No proof. Only claims. But it was enough to make her chest heavy. Enough to

Every line made her eyes widen, and every note made

turn another page when

Click.

was enough to make her blood run cold. She slowly turned her head toward the direction it