The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: I Will Create Hell for You

Selene’s POV~

My heart almost stopped when I realized his gaze had landed on me. It was not the kind of glance that comes and goes, not the fleeting sweep that should have moved on after a few seconds.

His eyes did not leave me, and with every passing moment the weight of them only grew stronger, until it felt like they were digging into my skin, cutting through the act I was wearing like a thin cloak.

My heart began to flutter wildly, beating against my ribs like a trapped bird. I hated that feeling, hated that these wolves could always stir something inside me without even trying.

I had trained myself to keep calm, to play the part of the quiet innocent human girl who could not even lift her head before alphas, let alone meet their gaze.

But in that moment I forgot all of it. I forgot the mask. I forgot the act. My eyes, foolish and weak, remained on his as if caught in a snare.

Why was he looking at me with such intensity? Did he know something? Had he already guessed? Or was it just a casual glance that my mind twisted into something more dangerous?

My chest grew tight as the seconds stretched, and still he did not release me. His gaze was like fire and ice both, burning and freezing me at once, and I felt as if he was peeling back my skin to see the truth beneath.

At last, perhaps out of mercy, he looked away. The invisible chain that had held me snapped, and I let out a shaky breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding.

me, trembling on my lips, and I quickly lowered my head, reminding myself of the role I was supposed to be playing. But these wolves always had a way of sniffing

wolves are really

my eyes down, not daring to lift them again, because I could already feel the

their eyes I would only draw more suspicion. So instead I shifted my

tried to hide, a different kind of satisfaction stirred inside me until it reached my lips in

waiting for would never arrive, and the thought alone filled me

could already imagine their faces when they learned the truth—that the powerful alpha they had expected was lying beaten and broken, humiliated under

the so-called alpha would survive now, how he would stand tall again after being left in

whether you stood at the peak of glory or were dragged into the mud to be trampled beneath the feet of others. Strength was

taken

wound to his pride, the crack in his carefully built image. I had not killed him—no, I never would. Death was too easy, too merciful. I wanted more than that. I wanted him

had carried, the pain that had carved

hell after death that could punish them enough. I do not believe in it. That is why I will never kill them. I will make this life their punishment. I

was when I suddenly collided with someone. My body

colorless, and there was something in her expression that