The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Call From Her

The words were more furious fantasy than promise...a thing I said to armor myself, but they tasted like iron in my mouth. He blinked, just for a second, as if surprised I’d dared speak so brutally. Maybe that small flicker of worry was the only thing that kept me from backing down.

I didn’t wait to see his reaction. Turning on my heel, I stormed out of the room, shoulders tense, steps brisk. My heart hammered as I walked away, and the sound of his breath behind me felt like daggers.

I hated myself for how my legs had wrapped around him, for how my lips had begged without permission. I hated the way my skin still tingled, the phantom of his hands on my waist making me ache.

By the time I reached the corridor, my hands were fists at my sides. I pressed my nails into my palms until the sting brought me back and forced me to breathe slower.

I glared at the blank wall and cursed myself silently for losing control. For letting desire show when I had to be careful. For making myself vulnerable in front of him.

I wanted to be furious. I wanted to be cold and untouchable...someone he would never be able to rattle again.

But under all that rage was a raw, shameful thing that wouldn’t calm down: I had wanted him. I hated that. I hated him for it. I hated myself for it.

Damn, all the werewolves are literally driven by need anywhere and anytime, and I have to say I am no better; just one look from him can make me behave like a bitch in heat.

Turning away from the doorway where he stood, I kept walking until the distance felt enough to hide the tremble in my limbs. I shoved my hands into my pockets, forced my face into a scowl, and vowed that I would never let myself be seen like that again.

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Author’s POV~

Serena was still grumbling under her breath as she walked away, her steps sharp and restless. The air outside her room felt heavy, almost mocking her as she tried to calm down. Her heart hadn’t stopped racing, and her lips still tingled from that kiss.

"Always walking in like he owns everything. Why did I even..." She cut

back into her room, slamming the door behind her. The reflection in the mirror showed a girl who didn’t look like a princess at all... flushed cheeks, messy

word, she walked into the bathroom, turned on the water, and splashed her face again and again until the cold bit into her

her hair was damp and clinging to her neck,

Lira appeared at the doorway,

"your phone has been

frowned. "Who

mother," Liya replied

and her fingers went still. Then, slowly, her face hardened, the

within moments, she drew in a quiet breath and smoothed

calmly. "I’ll take

a towel, and pressed the screen. Her voice came out

"Hello... Mother."

that calm, careful voice, the one that always sounded warm but somehow

said, tone smooth and composed. "I’ve been trying to reach you since morning. You really should answer

were cold. "I’m sorry.

wrong. "How are you? Is everything going well? They’re

here takes

soft chuckle. "That’s what I like to hear. You always were

Serena’s grip on the towel tighten. She forced her tone to stay gentle. "How is

beautiful daughter," the woman replied after a short pause. "You know...I couldn’t sleep without seeing your face;

"Mom...you should