The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Love?

Selene’s POV~

I was preparing another tray when a voice came from the chair beside me.

"Don’t go anywhere. Just stand here and give me a glass of new drink."

I froze. My hands stiffened around the tray. Slowly, I lifted my eyes.

Lucian.

For a moment, it felt like my breath was gone. My chest squeezed so hard it almost hurt. I forced myself to stay calm, forced my legs not to run, forced my voice to stay quiet as I nodded and poured him a glass.

He didn’t look away from me. His gaze was steady, heavy, like he could see through my skin. He took the glass gently, drank it down in one gulp, then dropped it on the table.

"Don’t go anywhere," he said again. "Just accompany me here."

I stared at him, stunned. He was serious. His lips curved into a small smile, soft and almost kind.

"Don’t worry," he added. "I don’t want anything. Just stay here. I feel lonely."

His voice was gentle, like he didn’t even realize how those words sounded. To anyone else, they would mean something else. But his face... his face showed nothing but real loneliness. He looked like a man carrying something heavy, someone who just didn’t want to sit alone.

My chest tightened again, but I forced my mind to work. I swallowed hard and spoke carefully.

"Alpha... but if you can send my sister away from here, I can stay with you."

He raised his brow. "Your sister? Who?"

was trapped between two warriors who kept pushing

firmly. "Please let

followed my finger. For a second, I thought he would ignore me. But then he turned his head sharply and called out.

needs to go back to

stunned. No one argued. Lucian’s

added, "You can

She looked lost, like she didn’t believe what she just heard. The warriors beside her let go of her shoulders,

asked Lucian. She wanted to stay, I could see it, but she also knew she

the very last moment, full of fear for me. I forced myself to smile at her,

the door, relief washed over me like cool water. At least

sitting there, another glass in his hand, drinking

Like a man

for some reason I could not understand, my chest

sighed. The glass in his hand was almost empty when his

have someone

he asked. His eyes were fixed on the table, his tone flat, almost like he was talking to

I didn’t know if I was supposed to answer or if he was just drunk and rambling. But when I

have someone you

eyes were on me

my lips

cold, and merciless. My lips had answers

split second, I saw sadness flash in his eyes. But just as it came, it was gone, making me doubt

good you don’t have. Because I have one. And I have loved

wanted to walk away. But I couldn’t. I had already made the deal with him. So I stayed there, still as a statue, tray tight

an adult. We had years between us. I thought it was impossible. I told myself it was wrong. But something about her... I wanted to

voice broke. His hand