The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Revenge (01)

Navien’s body shook as the spell tore through him. Blood dripped down his chin, his chest heaving like a dying beast. Yet still, Selene’s calm gaze pinned him in place. There was no escape, not even in his mind. He had to speak.

"I’ll tell you..." He gasped, his voice ragged and broken. "I’ll tell you everything. Just... just let me breathe."

Selene did not loosen her grip. Her fingers stayed locked around his bleeding hand, her expression calm and merciless.

Navien’s lips twisted into something between a grimace and a laugh. "The Luna... of Alpha Eirik. She... she was a witch. Just like you."

Selene’s breath hitched, but her smile didn’t falter.

Navien’s eyes burned with madness as he spoke. "She was beautiful, too beautiful. It was the first time I had seen such a beautiful witch, she was nothing like the witches we kept as slaves."

"She was gentle in nature, nothing like the fierce she-wolves or any witches. The Luna of Alpha Eirik had enough charm to bow down any man and make him beg for her hand."

"We thought she was nothing more than a good face and beauty, but what we didn’t know was that she was not that simple, because when she entered Eirik’s life, everything changed."

Selene’s gaze sharpened, but she said nothing.

continued, trembling. "We were of the same pack of young alphas, equal in strength. But one day, Eirik suddenly grew...

coughed, spitting blood, but he forced out the words. "Then we learned the truth. His chosen Luna... she was a witch. Not a slave like the others we kept, no. He had made her his Luna. His... his equal. We never understood why. Maybe there was a deal between them. Maybe she gave

mate, the bastard refused to share her with us. We had tried every means, but he didn’t

she held them steady. Her heart

rip this bastard apart right there, but she wanted to get more information from him. So

like he was already lost in those memories; his eyes flickered with

No one knows who her real father was. Could be Eirik, could be someone else. Who knows with witches, eh?" He let out a hoarse laugh, but it quickly turned into a scream as Selene’s spell

if you don’t fucking stop this, I will tear you apart!" Navien shouted. But she didn’t mind a dog’s barking; she was already lost in

face had turned strange; it went from pale to rigid, then unreadable. Inside, her thoughts swirled in chaos. She had doubted long

years, Selene had lived at her mother’s side. Never once had she seen her mother cast a spell. Never once had she noticed any sign of power. Her mother had lived quietly, softly, like an ordinary woman. But if Navien’s words were true... then everything Selene

her nails digging into

Why had she never even hinted at something like this?" If she had

had her mother, who was actually a pure-blood witch, been wandering like this and even fallen into the trap of a cruel werewolf? Where was her mother’s family and her coven? Why had

We break them. We make them forge charms, brew potions, and enchant weapons to win our wars. Witches are just tools for

beds. They’re close to nature, close to beauty... that’s what makes them so desirable. There’s a rumor, too. That sleeping with a witch

her breath cold