The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Revenge (02)

Navien lay against the tree, coughing blood. His chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, his eyes wide with shock. He wanted to roar, to shift into his wolf and show this bitch who was the powerful one here. But when he tried to call it forth, nothing came. His body trembled with rage.

Selene walked toward him slowly, each step calm, unhurried. Her eyes were cold, her lips curved in that same soft smile that made him feel smaller than dirt.

Navien growled, forcing himself to stand. "You..." he spat blood to the side, his teeth red. "You little bitch. You dare..."

Her fist connected with his jaw before he could finish. His head snapped to the side, blood spraying from his lips. He staggered, but before he could catch his breath, her knee slammed into his stomach. He gagged, his body folding forward, and she brought her elbow down hard across his back.

The forest echoed with his screams.

Selene’s face didn’t change. Blow after blow landed. Her fists and kicks struck every important place on his body. He tried to cover himself, tried to fight back, but his limbs were weak. The spell still ran through his veins, eating him from the inside.

"Stop!" he howled, spitting more blood. "Stop, damn you! I am Alpha! You can’t..."

Her boot crushed down on his hand. Bones cracked, and his scream tore through the night.

Selene crouched before him, her eyes steady. "Alpha?" she whispered. "Where is your wolf now?"

Navien froze. His breath came shallow, his eyes darting wildly. He reached inward, desperate to feel the beast within. But there was nothing. Nothing but silence.

gasped, his voice

"Your wolf is gone. Can you feel it?" Her voice was soft, almost kind, but her eyes burned with merciless

have you done?" he screamed, spit and blood flying from his

tilted her head. Her smile was gentle,

terror. "You’re not a witch..." he spat. His chest heaved, his voice cracked with fear. "You’re not a witch at all. You’re a demon!"

The sound chilled

fist met his face with a crack. Then another. Then

she did

Navien was a broken mess. His body was swollen, his bones shattered, blood covering him from head to toe. He could barely keep his eyes open, his breaths shallow, rattling in

stood above him, her shadow falling across his broken form. Her

for the first time in his life, felt

hair, yanking his head back

listen well—if you dare to lie to me, forget about living the rest of your life. You

twisted in horror. "H-how... how do you

pupils shook as though ghosts from the past rose before him. Suddenly, his gaze locked on her face. He froze. His breath caught. The more he looked, the more his body trembled. A memory, a shadow from years ago, clashed against

he saw it... the similarity. The same

her daughter. You are her daughter." His words came out like a curse,

neither confirmed nor denied. She only pulled harder on his hair. The strands tore from his scalp, leaving her fist full of blood and hair. Navien howled, his