The corridor was dark. Selene moved fast, barefoot against the cold stone, her heart thundering in her chest. She didn’t know how they’d gotten so close, how he had.

But the moment she turned the corner, he was there, and he slammed her back against the wall.

Her gasp was muffled by a rough hand clamping over her mouth. The other braced beside her head as his body caged hers completely. Heat rolled off him like a furnace. His scent hit her nose, faintly familiar. Like burnt cedar, cold steel, and storm.

He leaned in, his voice a ragged whisper by her ear.

“You’re Selene... my Selene.”

Her blood ran cold. Her heart rebelled against her chest, trying to escape.

“I’m not,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re mistaken.”

His fingers traced the curve of her jaw like he was trying to memorize it. “It’s you. I’d know your soul even if the world burned it from your bones.”

“You’re mad,” she spat.

But he suddenly dipped his mouth to kiss her hard, to confirm that it was really her.

***

Selene was the daughter of the cruel Alpha who ruled Moonveil through fear. Years ago, he wiped out an entire pack just to rise to power. But he made one mistake...he left behind four orphaned boys.

Those boys returned as Alphas. They are stronger, colder and out for revenge.

They took everything...his land, his title, and finally... his life. Selene was only seventeen at the time. She had no idea what her father had done. But that didn’t matter. To them, she was guilty by blood.

They didn’t kill her. No. They did something worse.
They marked her as a slave.

In their world, even omegas had rights. Slaves had none. She became nothing more than property.

But Selene still had hope. On her eighteenth birthday, like every werewolf, she expected her wolf to awaken. It was supposed to be the start of her new life.

Instead, it turned into a nightmare.

Her wolf never came. Her body remained cold and silent. And then… the bond appeared. She was mated to all four of them.

The very Alphas who hated her.
The ones who owned her.

But the truth is Selene was never a wolf to begin with.

As her body withers under the weight of the bond, a darker truth surfaces. She is not just a slave… she is the last living witch, born of the very bloodline werewolves have hunted for generations.

Now, her enemies wear the mark of her mates...
And the witch they thought they broke may be the one who burns them all.

The moment Father and that woman left me alone in the room, I couldn't sit still. I started pacing back and forth, my thoughts running wild, refusing to calm down.


This couldn't be happening. Not her. Not that woman.


My chest tightened with unease. Everything about her felt wrong...the way she smiled, the way her words seemed gentle but carried poison beneath. I could feel it in my bones. She hadn't come here just to meet me. That woman didn't do anything without reason.


And worse… she wasn't just anyone. She was a woman who could betray her own kind...sell out witches to the Werewolf Council like they were nothing more than bargaining chips.


I stopped pacing for a moment, pressing a hand to my forehead as I tried to make sense of it all. "No," I whispered to myself. "It can't just be about Father."


Chapter 206 - Chapter 206: Caught by him