The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Reunion with Witch Mother

Serena’s POV~

The room was quiet tonight. The soft glow of the moon poured through the window, silver light spilling across the floor. I was sitting at my desk, absently running my fingers over the rim of a teacup, lost in thought.

Everything had been too quiet today.

I had almost grown used to the stillness...until a sudden, sharp knock broke through it.

I looked up, startled.

Before I could even answer, the door swung open.

And in the next instant... I was pulled into a tight embrace.

The breath left my lungs as arms wrapped around me...warm, firm, and trembling with emotion. For a heartbeat, I froze. My mind went blank.

But I knew that touch. That scent. That voice.

"My baby," a soft, trembling whisper breathed against my ear. "I missed you so much... finally, I could see you again."

I blinked, my heart giving a painful twist. Slowly, I lifted my hands, resting them lightly on her back.

"...Mother," I whispered.

The Witch Mother pulled back just enough to look at me, her face full of love and relief. Her eyes shone faintly, the corners wet with tears she didn’t bother to hide.

She looked just the same...beautiful, composed, powerful. Yet in this moment, she looked like a gentle mother, but I knew better.

Her hands cupped my face as she smiled warmly. "You’ve grown even more beautiful, Serena. Just like I knew you would."

I forced a smile, soft and careful. "You always say that, Mother."

"Oh, because it’s true." She laughed lightly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "You’ve been eating well, haven’t you? You look healthy."

Her voice was full of affection, every word wrapped in warmth.

And I played along. I smiled. I nodded. I answered her questions about my days, my health, my routine...all with the calm, gentle tone of a perfect daughter.

But inside, my skin was crawling with disgust.

Because I knew who she truly was.

Because I knew what she was capable of.

I kept up the

eyes softened with love, I mirrored the emotion. When she laughed, I joined her, even if the sound felt

said quietly, "I didn’t

the sleeves of my dress as though I were still a child. "I’ve been so worried. I needed to see you with

gaze lowered. "I’m doing fine.

glad." She smiled again, that same gentle smile that could melt stone. "You’ve always

in my

tender, affectionate...motherly.

realized it wasn’t just

control. Possession. A reminder of who I

barely had time to think before another presence filled

turned my head slowly...my

There he was.

My father.

and composed, his expression soft and distant. His silver hair caught the moonlight, and his gentle eyes settled on

"Father," I said quietly.

at

across his calm face. His expression was unreadable—gentle but distant, as though he were not sure if he should step forward or stay where

at him

then, my mother turned toward

brightened at once, her whole face softening with a glow that felt almost... too warm. "Your father was the one who brought me here," she said, her

I caught the

gaze shifted back to my

could see it...his discomfort. The slight tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened before he relaxed it again. He wasn’t at ease around her. Not at

he’d brought her here... for

stirred faintly in my

careful, but he had come because she said I wanted to see

said softly, stepping toward

once. His lips curved into a gentle smile that reached his eyes, and for a moment, the stiffness in his

lightly, almost shyly. "Don’t thank me, Serena. Is this not what a father

said it...soft and a little awkward...made me laugh before I

as though embarrassed. "It’s been some time since I saw you smile like

I teased

in his tone sincere. Then, as if remembering something, he added, "Do you need anything? I can have it arranged for you. New dresses, books, maybe something sweet? Young girls like

but smile again, softer this

fragile moment, it almost felt normal, like we were an ordinary family, like things hadn’t already

at my

expression had stiffened. The polite smile still sat on her lips, but her eyes had darkened. There was jealousy there, faint but

perfectly poised, hands clasped before her like a saint. But I could feel the cold edge in her presence,