The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: My Lady...

Serena’s POV~

Lira’s words completely froze me.

The smile dropped right off my face, and I nearly choked on air.

"What...what do you mean?" I stammered, trying to sound casual.

Lira tilted her head, the grin never fading.

"Oh, princess, you can tell me. Did the Alphas of Silver Dawn do something to make you blush like that?"

My eyes went wide, and I coughed, hard. "W–what? Lira!"

She only giggled, covering her mouth.

"No need to be shy, Princess. It’s only natural. Those Alphas are dangerously handsome. Every girl in the palace is half in love with them already."

I groaned. "Lira, stop..."

But she didn’t.

She clasped her hands dramatically and sighed, "Oh, especially Alpha Aeron... he’s so tall, so strong. Can you imagine being held by him? Those arms could crush me, and I’d still thank him."

She squealed softly, and I could only stare at her with embarrassment and amusement.

"Lira!" I tried to sound stern, but it came out more like a laugh.

"Oh, come on," she teased, stepping closer with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don’t tell me you never thought about it... about being in his arms... or maybe..." she leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper..."maybe it wasn’t Alpha Aeron who made you blush like that."

My breath caught.

For a second, Lucian’s face flashed in my mind... his hands on me, his lips, the sound of my name breaking from his throat.

Heat rushed up my neck before I could stop it.

"I...I don’t know what you’re talking about," I muttered, turning away quickly.

"Oh, you so do," Lira laughed, clapping her hands. "The way you just turned red says everything."

I grabbed a comb and pretended to be busy with my hair, though my fingers trembled slightly. My heart wouldn’t calm down.

I hated that she was right.

I hated that I was blushing over him.

Lucian’s name lingered in my mind like a forbidden word, and the memory of how it felt to be in his arms made my stomach twist.

I was a mess.

blushing,

I glanced at

faint mark on my neck hidden by my hair, and all I wanted to

no better than a lovesick

under my breath, "Get a grip, Selene... stop being such

I remembered how he’d said my name... made it impossible to believe my

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Author’s POV~

The corridor was silent.

of silence that comes from peace, but the kind that feels like someone is watching from the dark. The long passage stretched into darkness, lined

echo of footsteps broke that stillness. Slow, deliberate,

the corridor, completely veiled from head to toe. The black fabric draped over her form left no trace of skin visible...not

about the way she walked, the soft sway of her

rose slowly, pressing against the door. With one

sat behind a table, the flicker of a single light casting uneven light across his face. He was tall and well-dressed, his dark hair slicked neatly back, but there was something sharp and

moment he saw her, he stood up abruptly, a

voice smooth as silk and

bowing with exaggerated grace before taking her gloved hand. He bent down,

could linger, she pulled her hand

steady, and

though polite on the surface, gleamed with something

murmured, his tone both charming and

"Sit down. You

moment, then moved forward, the soft rustle of her robes filling the room. She sat gracefully in the

with unhurried calm, she reached up

commanding...pale skin, sharp eyes that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light, and lips that curved in an

had been there, she would have

was none other than the Witch

his composure cracking for the briefest second. His eyes drank her in with thinly veiled

grow more radiant with every passing year. One

her head slightly,

suit you," she said

swirling the glass in his hand. "Oh,

light, but his gaze was heavy. He looked at her as a

them flickered, stretching their shadows against the

said. "You didn’t summon me here just

The man’s smile deepened.

much to say," he replied, setting the wine glass down with a quiet clink. "But first... I want

once, a glint of cold warning

"You forget who you’re speaking

shiver. The only burning candle flame trembled violently

only smiled wider, bowing his head slightly as if in apology...but his gaze never left her