The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: The Shadowed Room

The night was quiet.

Alpha Drevan’s boots echoed against the marble floor as he walked down the corridor. The noise from the club had faded behind him; only the sound of his footsteps and the faint hum of the city outside filled the silence.

The direction written on that torn note pulled him here...to this long, dark hallway that smelled faintly of dust and old perfume. The lights flickered weakly, barely pushing back the shadows that clung to the walls.

He stopped once, scanning the darkness ahead. Nothing...there is only silence.

Still, he kept walking. Whoever had dared to send him that note had to be somewhere close.

His instincts were sharp. Someone was watching him. He could feel it. That subtle weight in the air, that cold prickle at the back of his neck.

He reached the end of the corridor. A single door was slightly open. And all other doors are closed.

Drevan’s hand moved to his belt where his dagger rested, though he didn’t draw it yet. Slowly, he pushed the door open.

Inside was a dimly lit room...empty at first glance. The curtains were drawn, the air still. A faint scent of lavender hung in the space, mixed with something metallic.

He stepped in carefully, eyes sweeping every corner. There was no movement.

But when he moved further inside, something caught his attention.

A figure was sitting on the edge of the bed. Facing away from him.

He froze, his pulse tightening.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The silence was so thick that he could hear his own breathing. Then, his temper snapped.

"You," he said sharply, his voice low but dangerous. "You sent that note."

The figure didn’t move.

"Who are you?" His voice hardened. "Speak."

Still no reply.

Anger surged hot and fast. He took a step forward, then another, until he was right behind the figure. With one swift motion, he grabbed the person by the shoulder and turned them around, only to find a young girl staring back at him.

Her eyes went wide with terror the moment she saw him. She didn’t even scream...just gasped, frozen like a deer caught in the dark.

For a heartbeat, he blinked, surprised, but his anger quickly swallowed it.

"You," he hissed, slamming her down onto the bed, pinning her wrists with a rough grip. "Who are you? What do you know about Alpha Navien’s attack?"

struggled, her breath trembling, eyes shining with fear, but she didn’t answer. Not a

enraged him even

through the air like a whip. "Who

to well up. Her lips trembled, but no

wrists into the sheets. The bed creaked under the

dare play games with me?" He growled, his face inches from hers now. His eyes burned with fury, but beneath that fire

made his anger falter for

rage returned

me threats and stay silent?" His voice dropped lower, colder. "I’ll ask one last

girl’s breath came fast and shallow. Her wide eyes

barely audible, "I... don’t know what you’re

voice was small and

only made him angrier. He hated

wood cracked beneath his strength. "You dare lie

shook her head desperately, tears running down her face. But he wasn’t listening

stirring inside him. His claws pushed through his fingertips, sharp and ready. The air

dropped to a dangerous growl. "You think you can send threats to an Alpha and walk

terrified sobs filled the room, but it was

clawed hand against

clawing at his wrist, but his grip only tightened. His claws grazed her skin, drawing a thin line of red. Her

closer, his breath hot and furious against her

tried to speak, but only a

into the sheets. His

"Answer me..."

the words

CRACK.

blow struck

thrown backward, the air ripping from his lungs. He hit the floor hard, his claws retracting for a split second in

wild, and when

Vaelen stood before

his eyes glowing faintly with royal power. "Enough,"

clutching

he could rise, a

gut. He folded forward with a pained

lose your mind, Drevan?" Vaelen’s tone didn’t rise, but the force of his authority filled the room

face. "She...she sent me a note!

golden fire, and suddenly, the weight of his

died down

and there, still on the bed, clutching her bruised throat and

His sister.