The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: I want the Truth

Selene rose slowly, brushing off the forest dust from her skirt. Her lips curved, though her heart churned with a storm of hatred. She bowed lightly, as if in respect, and whispered in a voice so soft it could almost be mistaken for submission.

"Alpha," she said, her tone honeyed. "I don’t like being with you."

Navien blinked, confused for a moment, but before he could react she continued, her smile never breaking.

"My ambitions are... greater than you can fulfill." Her eyes glimmered as she tilted her head in an innocent way. "But perhaps, if you tell me more about yourself... about your powerful friends... maybe then you could satisfy me."

Her words were playful, teasing, but her eyes searched his face carefully. She wanted names. She wanted to know which men had stood beside him when her mother was ruined, who still breathed and walked freely while her family was broken. She wanted to carve those names into her heart so she could destroy them, one by one.

Navien’s eyes lit up. He mistook her cunning for interest. In that aspect, he liked her intelligent brain. A dark laugh rolled from his throat.

"You clever little thing," he said, stepping closer. "You think too much. But I like that. You want to know my friends? Oh, little beauty, they are the best of men." His grin twisted. "The kind who don’t mind sharing. Do you understand? We’ve done it before. The pleasure grows when we are together... with someone like you."

His voice was thick with lust, his words dripping filth. He licked his lips again, already lost in his fantasies.

Selene’s smile sharpened, though she kept it soft enough to fool him. "Is that so?" she whispered. "Then tell me. Who are these men? What kind of alphas do you keep so close?"

Navien chuckled darkly, circling her like a wolf toying with prey. "Oh, there are many. Some from the old council. Some still with me, some not. Men of taste. Men who know how to enjoy what others dare not touch." His eyes raked over her again. "And you, little beauty, would be perfect in our world."

His hand reached out, greedy fingers wanting to grab her arm.

A sudden growl broke through the air. The black wolf beside her bared his teeth, fur bristling, ready to launch at the man’s throat.

But Selene raised her hand gently, placing her palm against the wolf’s forehead. Her touch calmed him, though his body still shook with the need to protect her.

"Stay," she whispered in her heart. "This battle is mine alone. Watch, little wolf. See how I handle this bastard."

Navien, drunk on his own fantasies, didn’t even notice the deadly promise hidden in her eyes. He only saw the sweet smile, the curved lips, the glint that he mistook for desire.

head again, her

If you want me, you must satisfy me

Her words daring him.

far gone in the world of his own

rubbed his thumb over her skin, marveling at its

eyes clouded with hunger.

shattered in an

escaped him. He yanked his hand back, staring at the thin red slit that had appeared across his palm. Blood welled up

move, her voice soft as silk, almost

mistake you just

face twisted, his eyes darting from

"Wh-what—?"

glimmered with

let a

a curse itself. His breath caught, his chest heaving. "Witch?

at his stupidity. How could this

werewolves are strong, yes. But your greatest weakness is that

out was a scream. His body convulsed

He thrashed, rolling like a worm on the forest floor, spit flying as curses

Let me go or I’ll tear you

cut him

you were alive,

eyes. His skin turned

calm smile. She watched him writhe, watched his dignity peel away piece

the blood of the man it binds. You gave it

spit, his voice breaking.

tilted her head. Her