The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Not A Dream

Lucian’s POV~

When I first saw her in that hall, I thought I had finally gone insane.

Selene.

The name had haunted me like a curse, endless, whispering in every dark corner of my mind.

For the past week, I had built walls of steel around that sound. I told myself she was gone, that she no longer existed in this world. But then...there she was.

So close I could hear the faint tremor in her breath as she greeted everyone.

I had spent the entire dinner convincing myself that it was a trick of the light. That my eyes, hungry for her ghost, were deceiving me. But every time she moved, the air changed. Every time her voice floated softly across the table, it hit me like a blow to the chest.

It was her.

And I...gods help me... I wanted to go to her.

I wanted to drag her out of that cursed hall, pin her against the nearest wall, and demand to know where she had been all these days. I wanted to scream, to hold her, to shake her, to fall apart at her feet.

But I didn’t move.

I sat there, smiling politely like a civilized monster, while every part of me burned alive inside. My claws dug into the underside of the table so hard I could feel the wood splintering beneath my fingertips.

I kept my composure for the sake of appearances. I laughed when I was supposed to laugh. I nodded when spoken to. But every second was a battle.

Because all I could smell was her.

Her scent had changed...fainter, guarded, but still undeniably hers. That maddening scent that had once driven my wolf to the edge of insanity.

He was restless now. Snarling, pacing, clawing at the inside of my skin.

She’s ours. She’s right there. Take her.

I clenched my jaw until my teeth ached.

I couldn’t let the beast out.

But the longer I sat, pretending not to care, the more I realized that pretending was no longer possible.

When the dinner finally ended, I didn’t even remember standing. One moment I was seated among them; the next I was in the corridor...searching for her, guided by instinct more than thought.

And then I saw her.

Alone.

I didn’t think. I just moved.

I grabbed her wrist, maybe too roughly, but she didn’t resist. I dragged her into the shadowed corner of the hall, where the light couldn’t reach. My heart was a drumbeat of fury and disbelief.

Every time, I had imagined this moment. I thought I’d be angry...furious enough to break something, to break her.

when her wide trembling eyes lifted to meet mine

was

relief so sharp it

say. I had

And then...she moved.

gaze uncertain. Before I could understand

first touch... gods, it shattered

wall, every rule I’d built to

breath, torn between disbelief and

before I

words exploded in that single, searing contact. I pulled her against me, my arms tightening like I was afraid she’d

And maybe I was.

of her tears, and the small sounds she made were all too much. I could feel her heartbeat pounding against

inside

understand caution. He didn’t care about logic or consequence. To him, this was

her harder, deeper, trying to breathe her back into my soul. Every gasp,

my name... when she said she wasn’t

That was it.

I broke completely.

mark her right then. To seal it. To claim what had been mine since the first moment we met. My wolf pushed forward, wild and uncontrollable. I could feel the sharp sting at my gums, the instinct

drum, and I pressed my mouth there...against the soft

blood. The heat of her

tangled into

fangs graze her skin...just barely...and that tiny, startled sound she made was

I froze.

I didn’t even recognize

without her consent, without

it made me dizzy. I jerked back,

What had I done?

The scent of her blood was still in the air, faint

words slipping out in my old tongue...harsh, broken

dazed, flushed, her gown

enough. I couldn’t let her stand there like that...vulnerable

my jacket and threw it around her shoulders, covering her, shielding her from

confused, asking silent questions I couldn’t

had turned me into something less

But I couldn’t.

another second, I would lose

hard kiss to her lips, a promise

"We will meet again."

And then I left.

before my

of the corridor, I could still taste her on my lips. The

at my trembling hands and saw

now; the

and breathed in

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