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.

Silence slammed into the room so hard that I swore I could hear the faint ringing in my ears.


Lucian's words silenced the entire room.


"I was busy helping her kill those scums."


For a moment, none of us breathed. Not Aeron. Not Kael. Not Luca. Definitely not me.


All four of us stared at Lucian as if he had just casually announced the moon was square.


Kael's grin dropped. Luca's hand on mine froze. Aeron's eyes widened slightly...an expression so rare on him that it shocked me more.


My heart thudded so loudly I was sure they all heard it.


"W–What do you mean… helping me?" I asked, my voice small.


I had never seen him in an entire year. Not even once. He had never shown up in the witch territories.


So how could he possibly have helped me?


Chapter 210 - Chapter 210: The Little Wolf