The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Just a Dog of the Werewolves Council

Vaelen’s POV~

The moment | led her out of that cursed room, | could still feel the weight of every stare burning into my back.

My aura hadn't settled yet. But | didn’t care. All | could think of was the girl trembling beside me.

Serena.

Her breathing was uneven. Every few steps, she stumbled, her small hands clutching at my sleeve as if she

feared she might vanish if she let go.

| tightened my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer as we walked through the long corridor toward a

calm place.

The guards we passed lowered their eyes. No one dared to speak. Good. Because if anyone even whispered a

word about what happened, | would have silenced them on the spot.

When we reached my quarters, | shut the door softly behind us. The silence that followed was almost

unbearable. She stood there, shaking, her face pale and streaked with tears.

"Sit," | said quietly.

She obeyed without a word, sinking onto the couch as though her legs could no longer hold her. For a long

moment, | just watched her, the way her fingers clutched the fabric of her dress, the way her lips trembled

though she made no sound.

The scent of fear still clung to her. It made my chest tighten.

| knelt in front of her, lowering myself until her wide eyes met mine. "Serena," | said gently, "tellwhat

happened."

Her lips parted, but no words came. Then, slowly, haltingly, she spoke.

"Il... I don’t know," she whispered, her voice raw. "I felt dizzy. | just wanted to rest for a while. | thought one of the

rooms was empty."

| stayed still, letting her speak. Every word was like a blade twisting in my gut.

"I lay down... and then he came. He...he pinneddown." Her voice cracked. "I didn’t even know him. He

looked angry, like he wanted to kill me."

Her breath hitched. "He tried to choke me, brother. | don’t even know what | did wrong..."

Her words broke apart into sobs then ... small, helpless sounds that made my throat burn. | reached out slowly,

placing my hand on her back.

"You did nothing wrong," I said quietly, keeping my tone steady. "You hear me? Nothing."

She nodded weakly, tears spilling over again. | rubbed slow circles on her back until her breathing eased a little.

When I finally spoke again, my voice was calm, but there was no warmth in it. "He’s nobody," | said, the words

sharp in my mouth. "Just a dog of the Werewolves Council."

She lifted her head slightly, her eyes still glassy. "The... Werewolves Council?" she repeated.

I nodded. "They call themselves peacekeepers," | said. "A group of pack leaders who claim to prevent wars

between packs and races. They monitor alliances, control territory, make sure everyone stays in line."

| let out a low breath. "But that’s not their true purpose."

She blinked at me. "Then what is?"

"To keep us weak," | answered. "To make sure Lycans neved hold all the power. They fear what we are... our

strength, our blood. So they wrap their chains in laws and call it peace."

She stared at me, silent. Her eyes, still damp with tears, reflected the light like tiny fragments of glass.

| looked away for a moment, my gaze falling to the floor. The note still weighed on my mind... that blank note

that smelled faintly of blood. It hadn't been an accident.

Someone wanted this. Someone wanted Drevan to snap. Someone wantedthere to witness it. And in all of

this my innocent sister was dragged.

And that meant this was more than a simple attack.

When | looked back at Serena, her shoulders had stopped shaking. She was still fragile, still broken from the fear,

but she was breathing evenly again. | reached out, brushing away the last of her tears.

"You don’t need to think about it anymore," | told her softly. "You're safe here. No one will touch you again."

Her eyes flickered up to mine... uncertain, tired, but trusting. That look did something strange to my chest. |

wasn't used to people looking atlike that.

For a while, neither of us spoke. | watched the flames twist and move, thinking of the council, of the blank note,

of the stench of blood that still lingered in my hand.

Whoever orchestrated this wanted to send a message. But they'd chosen the wrong target.

| looked down at Serena, her breathing slow, her lashes still wet with tears.

"You're safe now," | said again, though this tit was more a vow than a comfort.

And | meant it.

Because whatever ghad begun tonight, it would end the moment | found out who dared to use her in their

schemes.

When her breathing finally steadied, | knew it was tto return. The night had stretched too long already. And

Serena had stopped shaking, though her eyes still looked hollow

...too quiet for someone her age.

| stood up slowly. "We're going back to the palace," | said.

She looked up at me, hesitant, but didn’t argue. | helped her to her feet, making sure she was steady before

leading her out. The corridors were silent now, no guards daring to cross our path. The scent of fear and tension

still clung to the walls, but | ignored it.

As we stepped outside into the cool night air, | pulled my cloak around her shoulders. She leaned slightly into

me, tired, fragile. | didn’t say anything, but I could feel the knot of worry tightening in my chest.

Not just for her.

For what would cnext.

If my uncle saw her like this... bruised, shaken, and terrified. he would lose his mind. The old man might look

calm most of the time, but | knew his temper. He'd probably killfirst for letting this happen, and then go after

Drevan before | could stop him.

And if that happened, the fragile line between the Lycan palace and the Werewolves Council would shatter

overnight.

| couldn’t let that happen.

The council already hated us enough. They've been waiting for a reason to twist the knife — to call us monsters

again, to strip away what little authority we still have left. One mistake, one careless act, and my father would

hand them the excuse they've been craving.

Father...

I almost laughed, bitterly. The Lycan King, the man who should have been our shield was nothing more than a

puppet to the council. He never saw the strings they tied around him. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care.

| would not be surprised if | even found him fucking swhores that were sent by the council for him.

He cares so little about the situation, having drowned himself in a world where only he existed.

For me, it’s just better to end a life like this..

.at least die an honorable death rather than beca person like this.

Either way, it would bewho had to fix this mess when the tcame.

As we neared the palace gates, | looked down at Serena. Her head had tilted slightly against my arm. She looked

half-asleep, her lashes still wet from tears. For a moment, | softened again — just a little.

"I won't let anyone touch you again," | murmured quietly.

She didn’t answer, just nodded faintly.

The guards at the gate bowed deeply when they saw us, their eyes wide. They said nothing and opened the way.

Inside the Lycan palace, the air was heavy with the scent of stone and moonlight. Familiar, but tonight it felt

colder.

| guided her straight to her chambers.

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room," | said. "Do you understand?

She nodded so fast | thought her neck might snap.

When Serena was settled, | lingered

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| stepped out into the corridor, exhaling slowly. My mind, which had been silent for hours, started to churn again.

The council.

Those old bastards sitting on their high chairs, pretending to be wise, pretending to guide the races toward

peace but | knew the truth.

| had seen the records. Every bribe, every secret meeting, every so-called "judgment" that only served their

greed. They had been feeding off our power for decades, dressing it up as diplomacy.

They thought I didn’t know.

But | did. | had the lists. Every name, every deal, every sin they had buried.

And | was just waiting.

Waiting for the right tfor when | would have enough control, enough backing, to strike without bringing the

kingdom down with me.

Now wasn’t the time. Not yet.

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So for now, | had to stay silent.

Let them think | was young. Naive and Unaware prince just like my father has been.

Let them laugh in their chambers, holding their fake peace talks, whispering about how to control the last of the

Lycans.

Because when the tcame, when the crown was finally mine...none of them would laugh again.

And when | lit the fire, | would make sure every single one of those so-called council saints burned with it.

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