The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Truth about Witch Mother

Serena’s POV

After Vaelen left, I sat down again on the bed. The room was quiet. Only the sound of the wind touching the window.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my thoughts. I told myself not to think too much now. Not about him. Not about them.

I had chosen this path myself. I would walk it till the end. No matter how hard it became.

The brothers... I pushed them into a corner of my mind. I’d think about them later. When I was ready. For now, I had work to do.

I pulled out a small notebook from under my pillow. It was simple, with pages filled with scribbles and glued notes. I opened it and started pasting the new papers I had collected over the past few days.

On every page, there were names. Words. Symbols only I could understand.

In the center, written darker than all others, was one name... Elarliya.

My so-called fake mother.

My hand stopped for a moment when I looked at that name. My chest felt tight again, but I didn’t let it stop me.

A week ago, I finally found out the truth.

We had been attacked from all sides. Everything was going fine before that... too fine, maybe. Then suddenly, chaos. And in the middle of it, I saw the sign. The same energy, the same power signature I once knew too well.

It was her.

The witch helping the werewolves was the witch mother.

For a long time, I couldn’t even believe it. My heart refused. The woman who had raised me, taught me, lied to me, abandoned me... was the same one behind all of this.

The pain turned to anger that night. The kind that burns quietly, steady, deep.

I gripped my pen tighter as the memory came back. The smell of fire. The screams. The blood.

I had been badly injured. I remember falling, the world turning black. And when I woke up later, she was there. Smiling at me like nothing had happened. Pretending to care.

And I fell for her trick... once again.

For days, she was feeding me lies that I was her daughter, even going as far as to change my appearance... my existence.

So I could perfectly fit in her pathetic story. And I did, without even realizing it. She had completely manipulated my mind and my memories. All I remembered was only her and no one else.

I was weak then. I believed her. I almost did.

But she forgot one thing.

control a pure-blood witch. Not truly... even if you are the most powerful witch...

my body was broken, my soul remembered what she had done.

her lies falling apart, one by

me," I

everything... dates, places, spells, faces, everything

cramped. Until my hand

out from the ruins during the rogues’

of battles, magic, symbols from the old spellbooks I’d trained with. Pieces

Those memories saved me.

had messed with my mind.

Never again will I forget who

drew a small mark... a spiral inside

I whispered, closing

staring at the closed notebook on my lap. The silence was

a long while, I knew who the real

the alphas or werewolves. It was her...

beside me burned low, its flame flickering softly against the

couldn’t just sit

witch mother had already crossed every line. If I wanted answers, I had to go after her myself. But to do that,

the more I thought about it,

That woman was obsessed.

Not with me.

But with him.

My father.

a few days ago. I still didn’t know if he was really my father or not. His voice had been calm, low, and

he avoided them. When I asked what

told me more than any

relationship did he have with my real

didn’t make sense.

could she smile at me every morning, touch my hair, tell me stories, and

her gentle smile came back, the way she used to hum old songs while brushing

thought. It had felt so real

all fake?" I whispered,

lip hard. The thought made me sick. How could someone stoop so low, to use a child like that, to pretend to be

of love

hardened. "Love?" I muttered.

there was still something that

My real mother.

Sameera.

name made my chest tighten. And yet, in all of

Elara.

of my

Not Sameera.