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.

eyes lifted to meet mine and full of

was left

so sharp

mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. I didn’t know what to say. I had dreamed of her return a thousand times, but not once did I

And then...she moved.

her gaze uncertain. Before I could understand what

gods,

I’d built to keep myself sane, was gone

trembling, and desperate. I froze for a breath, torn between disbelief and

I even realized

wasn’t a kiss of greeting...it was an eruption. Years of loneliness, guilt, rage, and unspoken words exploded in that single, searing contact. I

And maybe I was.

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

wolf roared inside me, demanding

care about logic or consequence. To him, this was simple...our mate was here. We

deeper, trying to breathe her back into my soul. Every gasp, every movement, every small surrender from her only fed the hunger

when she whispered my name... when she said she wasn’t

That was it.

I broke completely.

since the first moment we met. My wolf pushed forward, wild and uncontrollable. I could feel

a drum, and I pressed

heat of her skin. The trust

all tangled

barely...and that tiny, startled

I froze.

a moment, I didn’t

marked her without her

slammed into me so hard it made me dizzy. I jerked back, heart pounding, horror flooding my veins. My hands

What had I done?

The scent of her blood was still in the air,

under my breath, words slipping out in

then I saw her...standing there, dazed, flushed, her gown undone because of

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

around her shoulders,

eyes searched mine, confused, asking

her absence had turned me into something less than human, that I

But I couldn’t.

stayed another second, I would

her lips, a promise that this

"We will meet again."

And then I left.

before my resolve

back pressed to the cold stone wall of the corridor, I could still taste her

my trembling hands and

now; the bastard was ashamed but

closed my eyes and breathed

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