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.

tilted her head again, her voice

really too excited. If you want me, you must satisfy

Her words daring him.

his own filth to realize that the

skin, marveling at its softness. His

curling, his eyes clouded with hunger. "So soft.

his fantasy shattered in an

staring at the thin red slit that

She didn’t move, her voice soft as

mistake you

eyes darting from the cut back to

"Wh-what—?"

eyes glimmered

let a witch touch

word slammed into him like a curse itself. His breath caught, his chest heaving. "Witch? You...

at his stupidity. How could this

strong, yes. But your greatest weakness is that

opened his mouth to snarl... but the sound that came out was a

and the pain wracked him harder. He thrashed, rolling like a worm on the

Let go! Let me go or I’ll tear you apart! You filthy

voice cut

alive, perhaps

ears, then his eyes. His skin turned pale

his dignity peel away piece by piece until he was nothing but a broken

she whispered softly, almost lovingly, "requires the blood of the man it binds. You

his own spit, his voice breaking. "Wh-who... who are

tilted her head. Her smile didn’t