The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: The Note

After a while, Serena found herself slipping away from the crowd. The laughter and the loud music were too much, so she moved toward a quieter corner near the bar.

She didn’t want to drink anything strong. The people here were already half drunk, laughing like they had no worries. But she couldn’t afford that. Not tonight. She ordered something soft... just a light drink, enough to keep her hands busy.

As she took a slow sip, her thoughts drifted again to the three names she had found. She knew these three names were very important to her—Alpha Drevan! Alpha Corvus! And... Alpha Merek.

She whispered the names under her breath like a child trying to remember a spell. Those names meant something. They had to. Maybe they were clues or people connected to the truth she was searching for.

She sighed, staring into her glass. "I have to find them," she murmured.

With that thought, she decided to move again. She started mingling through the crowd, pretending to be just another guest. Every now and then, she smiled politely or nodded when someone looked her way.

When she reached the counter again, she leaned slightly forward and caught the bartender’s attention. "Hey," she said softly, "do you know who Alpha Drevan is?"

The man paused, clearly surprised. His hands stopped mid-motion as he wiped a glass. Then, slowly, he looked up at her. "Girl," he said with a half-smile, "you must be new here."

Serena blinked. "Why do you say that?"

He gave a small laugh. "Because everyone knows Alpha Drevan. He’s one of the Alphas of the Werewolf Council. If there’s anyone you should never cross, it’s him."

Her heart skipped a beat. "I knew that," she said quickly, trying to sound casual. "I just don’t know where he usually stays. I was just asking, you know, casually."

The bartender raised a brow but didn’t press further. "He comes here sometimes," he said after a pause. "Not often. But when he does, everyone knows it. The place goes silent."

Serena smiled faintly and thanked him before turning back toward the crowd. She tried to act calm, but inside her chest, her heart was racing.

So, Alpha Drevan was real. And he was someone important... powerful enough that even a simple question about him drew attention.

She moved back into the crowd again, listening carefully to passing conversations, hoping someone would mention one of the other names she had written.

She tried to look calm, but inside she felt uneasy. Everyone seemed to know each other, while she felt like an outsider who had stepped into a world that didn’t belong to her.

she almost gave up hope of finding anything useful. But just then, a sudden noise spread

is here!" someone

whole atmosphere changed. People started turning their heads, whispering to each

table, she heard a

said. "Prince Vaelen is here, and now Alpha Drevan has arrived too. What’s going on tonight? All the big names are

call my father here too. He can’t miss this opportunity. All the big shots are gathering

words kept echoing in her head... Alpha

a glimpse of the man

have to speak for

told her that this was him, the man she had been searching

Alpha Drevan.

flashed an image—a younger version of the same man, smiling brightly with cruel eyes. That face had been carved in her memory long ago, though she could not remember when

it almost cracked. The sound of it made her snap back to reality, and

stay calm. But her heart

moved deeper into the club, and Serena’s eyes

of him filled her with a hatred so sharp it hurt. She

glass tightened until her knuckles went white. The liquid trembled. Her breath came short and quick. Heat rose in her chest. The world narrowed to the man and the dark thing inside her that wanted

through the crowd, and for a moment his eyes swept the room. Then his gaze touched her. It felt like ice.

face soft. She lowered her head and let her hair fall

the drink like someone

the thing

let out a slow breath and moved on. He roamed his gaze across the room once, twice, as if checking that no danger waited for him. No

he didn’t find anything, his posture relaxed. He smoothed his coat and turned away. He walked straight to where Prince Vaelen stood, gave a small

her head down. Her heart hit her ribs like a drum. Every fiber of her wanted to leap up and pull him down. Every part of her wanted to shout, to claw, to end him. But she did nothing. She played the quiet guest. She smiled when people looked. She pretended to

burned. Outside, a calm face. The two did not match. The club laughed and sang on around them. But for her, the night had become a

careful and watching, for the next moment when their paths would

laughing, shouting, and drinking until their words blurred together. The air

with a group nearby, though his eyes kept drifting to her.

suddenly, she stood