The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Just a Dog of the Werewolves Council

Vaelen’s POV~

The moment I led her out of that cursed room, I could still feel the weight of every stare burning into my back. My aura hadn’t settled yet. But I didn’t care. All I could think of was the girl trembling beside me.

Serena.

Her breathing was uneven. Every few steps, she stumbled, her small hands clutching at my sleeve as if she feared she might vanish if she let go.

I tightened my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer as we walked through the long corridor toward a calm place.

The guards we passed lowered their eyes. No one dared to speak. Good. Because if anyone even whispered a word about what happened, I would have silenced them on the spot.

When we reached my quarters, I shut the door softly behind us. The silence that followed was almost unbearable. She stood there, shaking, her face pale and streaked with tears.

"Sit," I said quietly.

She obeyed without a word, sinking onto the couch as though her legs could no longer hold her. For a long moment, I just watched her, the way her fingers clutched the fabric of her dress, the way her lips trembled though she made no sound.

The scent of fear still clung to her. It made my chest tighten.

I knelt in front of her, lowering myself until her wide eyes met mine. "Serena," I said gently, "tell me what happened."

Her lips parted, but no words came. Then, slowly, haltingly, she spoke.

"I... I don’t know," she whispered, her voice raw. "I felt dizzy. I just wanted to rest for a while. I thought one of the rooms was empty."

I stayed still, letting her speak. Every word was like a blade twisting in my gut.

"I lay down... and then he came. He...he pinned me down." Her voice cracked. "I didn’t even know him. He looked angry, like he wanted to kill me."

Her breath hitched. "He tried to choke me, brother. I don’t even know what I did wrong..."

Her words broke apart into sobs then ... small, helpless sounds that made my throat burn. I reached out slowly, placing my hand on her back.

"You did nothing wrong," I said quietly, keeping my tone steady. "You hear me? Nothing."

She nodded weakly, tears spilling over again. I rubbed slow circles on her back until her breathing eased a little.

When I finally spoke again, my voice was calm, but there was no warmth in it. "He’s nobody," I said, the words sharp in my mouth. "Just a dog of the Werewolves Council."

lifted her head slightly, her eyes still glassy. "The... Werewolves Council?" she

"They call themselves peacekeepers," I said. "A group of pack leaders who claim to prevent wars between packs and

a low breath. "But that’s not their true

me. "Then

the power. They fear what we are... our strength, our blood. So they wrap their chains in laws and

with tears, reflected the light like

note still weighed on my

wanted Drevan to snap. Someone wanted me there to witness it. And

meant this was more than a simple

shaking. She was still fragile, still broken from the fear,

it anymore," I told her softly. "You’re safe here.

up to mine... uncertain, tired, but trusting. That look did something strange to my chest. I wasn’t

move, thinking of the council, of the blank note,

send a message. But they’d chosen the wrong

down at Serena, her breathing slow, her lashes still wet with

now," I said again, though this time it was

And I meant it.

it would end the moment I

return. The night had

for

slowly. "We’re going back to the palace," I

but didn’t argue. I helped her to her feet, making sure she was steady before leading her out. The corridors were silent now, no guards daring to cross our path. The scent of fear and tension still clung to the walls, but I ignored

shoulders. She leaned slightly into me, tired, fragile. I didn’t say anything, but I could feel the knot of worry tightening

Not just for her.

would come

terrified. he would lose his mind. The old man might look calm most of the time, but I knew his temper. He’d probably kill me first for letting this

that happened, the fragile line between the Lycan palace and

let that

to twist the knife — to call us monsters again, to strip away what little authority we still have left.

Father...

puppet to the council. He never saw the strings

I even found him fucking some whores that

about the situation, having drowned himself in a

just better to end a life

least die an honorable death rather than become a person

way, it would be me who had