The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas-Chapter 231: Merek’s Obsession

Alpha Merek’s POV~

I leaned back lazily against the carved pillar, arms crossed, waiting for her... my lady.

Elarliya finally looked at me, her face cold as hellfire, her eyes sharp enough to slice my skin open.

Ah... there she was.

My beautiful, furious witch.

She didn’t even step fully into the room before snapping at me. We had already changed our meeting location where no one could see us, because I refused to allow any mishap in my plan.

"Why did you poison the king?" she hissed, her voice low but shaking with rage. "You did not discuss anything with me at all."

I pretended to look confused.

I even blinked a few times, just to annoy her.

"Poison?" I repeated with a light chuckle. "What poison? My lady, I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Her glare sharpened like she was ready to cut me open and devour my blood. She hated being lied to. And I enjoyed lying to her.

But the moment she took one threatening step toward me, I lifted my hands in surrender, laughing softly.

"Fine, fine. I did it," I said, shrugging. "Because I didn’t want to wait anymore. You move too slow... my lady."

The way her expression froze was delicious.

I didn’t give her time to process it.

I moved quickly, catching her waist in one swift motion and pulling her into my chest. Her body hit mine with a soft thud, and she gasped with a furious, trembling breath, magic sparking around her hands.

I lowered my head until my lips brushed her ear.

"My lady," I whispered, letting my breath ghost against her skin, "I couldn’t wait to become yours."

I could feel her stiffen, feel her anger rising like a storm. It thrilled me. Her struggle, her hatred, her pride... everything about her made my blood boil with excitement.

But then... in one blink, she chanted something under her breath.

The next second, I was blasted backward like a thrown stone.

I flew across the room, crashed against the far wall, dust falling around me like broken feathers. A lesser man would have stayed down. I didn’t.

I dug my heels into the floor and straightened instantly, brushing the dust off my clothes like it was nothing.

A top tier Alpha like me doesn’t fall so easily.

I lifted my gaze to her again and oh, moon goddess... she was breathtaking when angry.

My obsession only grew more with her...

No one had ever resisted me like this. No one dared to raise their voice, let alone throw me across a room. And yet she did... my lady.

Just like her.

For a brief, painful moment, an image flashed behind my eyes... her little sister. That beautiful, enchanting woman who had once made my heart race without even trying.

But she was dead now.

I felt a twist in my chest... not with grief, but something darker. It was possession, need, and frustration.

And now, the older sister stood before me, who was alive, powerful, angry, and irresistible.

The moon goddess must have taken her time making these two. Both of them had the kind of beauty that could start a war. Both of them had tempers that could burn down kingdoms.

And both of them... fell for the same man.

Maximus.

Even thinking about that bastard made my jaw clench.

A man who threw away an entire throne for love. A man so foolish, yet somehow so cunning.

While I had clawed for every inch of my power, he simply walked away from the throne like it was nothing, while I was struggling like a dog for the same throne.

Sometimes fate feels painfully unfair... giving precious things to those who don’t appreciate them, while those who would cherish them are left waiting with empty hands.

But whatever it was had definitely been good for me. If not for his arrogance and his decision to leave the throne to his useless younger brother...

Would I have had a chance to openly challenge the throne? Absolutely not. At least he had done something in my favor.

But Maximus had something I could never swallow. He had both sisters’ hearts.

Even dead, the shadow of that pathetic love story hung over everything.

But I laughed. Because unlike him, I had tasted both of them.

The younger one... soft, trembling, beauty under my clutches. The older one, who was wild, angry, sharp.

He would spit out blood when he found out what I had done with his cherished mate. It would definitely be worth seeing.

A strange satisfaction curled in my stomach.

I felt superior to him, to the man they loved so deeply that they threw away their entire lives.

He got nothing. But I got everything.

I stepped closer to Elarliya again, ignoring her glare.

"You should be thanking me," I said, smirking. "Now that the king is dying, everything will move faster. The council will finally sit on the throne and you could do whatever with Maximus, you can just make him your slave. And I wouldn’t mind."

She cut me off sharply.

"Shut up. You went ahead without me. Do you want the whole plan to collapse?"

I only chuckled. Her anger was sweet. Her fear was even sweeter.

"I want progress," I said simply. "And I want you."

I reached toward her again, but this time she didn’t let me touch her. She took a step back, magic sparking in her palms, her lips tight with fury.

"You disgust me," she spat.

I smiled wider.

"You say that like I mind."

She hated me, but hatred was still a connection. Still a link. Still something I could twist between my fingers.

As long as she looked at me, even with anger, she wasn’t looking at anyone else.

After all, I could give her what that bastard Maximus could never. I took one more step forward, lowering my voice.

"You can be angry," I whispered, "but don’t forget something."

Her eyes narrowed.

I leaned in, my voice dropping lower, darker, almost gentle.

"Without me, your precious plan will never succeed. And without you..."

I grinned slowly. "I would still take the throne. Because unlike your beloved Maximus, I don’t break for love."

Her jaw tightened, her hands trembling with magic she was dying to release. Probably wanted to shut my mouth forever, but she knew the consequences of it.

And I loved it. I lived for it.

This rage, this tension, this dance of destruction... it was ours. I had toyed just like this with her younger sister. And now it was her time.

"You are insane," she hissed.

"And you," I whispered, "are my favorite madness."