The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: A Son Like His Father

Arlena walked through the long halls of the Lycan Palace with her heart beating hard. At the end of the corridor, heavy double doors stood between her and the room where Queen Isadora Lysandros lived—the Lycan Queen, mother of Prince Vaelen.

She had rehearsed what to say all the way here. This was important. She needed to get everything done before it was too late.

But before she could touch the door, a woman moved into her path. Arlena realized she was blocked by the queen’s personal maid.

And the maid’s posture said plainly that no one disturbed the queen for small matters, and her face clearly showed disdain toward her.

"State your business," the maid said without any expression, not even giving her the basic respect of a lady. She looked at Arlena as if she were an insect that had landed in the wrong place.

Arlena opened her mouth. "I have something I must tell Her Majesty," she said, trying to make her voice steady.

But the maid did not move, not even giving a tiny reaction. Arlena could feel heat rising in her cheeks.

She pinched her own hands, hiding the small shake. Because in her mind, she was almost seething with anger. "Wait, you bitch. When I become queen, you’ll learn a lesson you’ll never forget. The first thing I’ll do is dig your grave."

But she didn’t show anything on her face at all and instead smiled politely and pleaded again.

"Please," she said softly. "It’s important."

The maid’s eyes narrowed, but she still did not budge from her earlier statement. "The queen does not receive without a summons," she said. "You must have a summons."

Arlena swallowed. She had no summons. She had only a truth that needed telling and a courage that did not always arrive at the right moment. All she could do was hold her ground.

hear this," Arlena insisted. Her voice lost a little of its softness and

expression shifted... she was contemplating how much truth was in her

report about Prince Vaelen. I’ve seen him with my own

maid’s eyes narrowed, but she still

humiliating me, his fiancée! I can tell what kind of woman she is. She’s no lady, that

head maid didn’t reply. She just gave Arlena that same cold look—the one that

sides. She was about to explode when suddenly, the door opened from inside. Another maid appeared. "Let Miss Arlena enter," she said quickly. "The queen wishes to

blinked in

her head proudly, her lips curling into a smug smile. "Finally," she muttered.

heavy. Queen Isadora Lysandros sat on her throne gracefully but with eyes that could make anyone shudder. Arlena immediately knelt down and lowered

she said

didn’t even tell Arlena to rise. The silence stretched for a long moment until the tension made Arlena’s skin

spoke. "You

to inform you about Prince Vaelen. I saw him at the training grounds. He was with a woman—a lowborn woman. He was protecting her,

"I see," she said quietly. "So he finally found someone... after all his

isn’t a noble. She isn’t even respectable! I’ve never seen her at any gathering

could say more, there was a sudden crash! The queen had slammed her hand against the armrest of

fool!" she hissed. "Why can’t he understand I’m working so hard for him?

The queen’s fury filled the room like thunder.

forward, bowing. "Your Majesty, please,

her out," the queen

wanted to protest, but one look at the queen’s furious eyes stopped her cold. She lowered her head and let herself be escorted out. The doors