The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas-Chapter 234: Blooded Arrogance

Selene walked through the palace gates with a heavy heart, her steps were slow, her mind was filled with countless thoughts. The sunlight hit the white stone walls, making them glow, but nothing inside her felt bright. She was exhausted emotionally, mentally, even spiritually. Following Witch Mother had been overwhelming enough, yet the hardest part still waited for her inside these walls.

Vaelen.

Every step toward her room made her stomach twist. Should she talk to him now? Should she wait? Should she pretend nothing happened and figure things out later?

But no... that wasn’t possible.

How was she supposed to explain everything when she herself didn’t understand half of it?

How could she tell Vaelen that she was Serena and Selene at the same time?

That she never died?

That the women who claimed to be her mother lied about everything?

That she might be his sister... or might not... depending on which part of the twisted story was true and which part was just another lie?

She didn’t even know who she was anymore. How could she expect him to accept any of this?

Her head buzzed with confusion and panic. Every time she tried to put it into words, her mind blanked. Her heart raced and her palms grew sweaty.

But she couldn’t avoid him. Not when their enemies were already moving. If she and Vaelen walked different paths again, it would only make the Council stronger. Only benefit those monsters waiting in the shadows. They needed to stand together, to make decisions together, or they would lose everything.

Selene sighed, rubbing her temples as she turned a corner, still lost in the chaos in her own mind.

And then... a shadow suddenly fell across her path.

Someone stepped right in front of her, blocking her way completely.

She stiffened instantly. Slowly, she lifted her head... and the moment she saw his face, every thought in her mind froze.

Her expression twisted in raw disgust.

It was him. The Second Prince. The bastard son of the King. The Council’s most obedient puppet.

And a man she currently despised on sight.

Selene’s lips curled in irritation as she stared at him, her entire aura turning sharp with hostility. To her, anyone connected to the Council was the same filthy, rotten pieces of trash who hid their cruelty behind fake smiles and polished words.

And seeing one of them stand in front of her room... it made her blood boil.

"What are you doing here?" she asked coldly, not even bothering to hide her dissatisfaction from him.

The prince smiled, the kind of smile that held no warmth. The kind that made her want to rip it off his face.

"Princess," he said softly, bowing his head just enough to be respectful but not enough to hide the arrogance in his eyes. "I’ve been waiting for you."

Selene’s jaw clenched. She immediately knew something was wrong with him.

The Second Prince wasn’t just obnoxious, he was acting strange, twitchy, eyes shining with a filthy greed he wasn’t even trying to hide. His hands folded in front of him like he was looking down on her, but she forced herself to stay calm, to ignore him, to walk past like he was nothing more than a piece of trash on the road.

But trash like him never stayed still.

He stepped in front of her again, blocking her path with a smugness that made her want to vomit.

"Princess," he drawled, lifting his chin with exaggerated confidence. "I’ve been waiting for you. You can’t ignore me like that."

Selene raised one eyebrow. Her patience was already hanging by a thread. "I don’t think we are familiar at all, Second Prince."

He chuckled, pretending to be charming but failing miserably. "Then we can become familiar. Do you mind going on a walk with me?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Selene forced a polite, stiff smile, the kind that hid a knife behind it. "No. I’m tired. I want to rest first."

But the man only smiled wider, stepping closer. Too close to her liking at all. So close she instinctively stepped back, the air around her turning cold with irritation.

"Rest can be taken later," he whispered, leaning in like he was offering her something desirable. "You should come with me. After all... I am a prince. It wouldn’t be good for you if, once I sit on the throne, your life becomes more miserable. Shouldn’t you behave? Shouldn’t you please me?"

Selene froze. Then she laughed. A cold laugh that made his smile flicker for a second.

"Oh? So you’re dropping your innocent act now?" she asked, tilting her head, her eyes slicing right through him. "You’re that confident you’ll sit on the throne?"

"Of course," he said proudly. "The King is going to die. And that Vaelen will die too. Then boom. I rise. After all, you can’t rule. You’re a girl."

Selene let out a slow, savage scoff. This man had the brain size of a potato and the arrogance of a god.

"You’re very sure the King and Vaelen will die, aren’t you? How exactly are you so sure?" she asked, her voice dangerously calm.

But he only smirked and said, "Pretty girls should sit quietly and behave gently. Stop asking questions. That’s the work of men."

Her jaw twitched at the audacity of this man.

And a very vivid image of ripping his face off flashed in her mind. She had never wanted to punch someone so badly in her entire life. He stood there looking at her like she was dirt under his feet, like she existed to be used. In his disgusting mind, she was just another woman to control, to belittle, to bleed dry.

The Second Prince looked at Selene with an obsessive gaze as he wondered how her blood would taste. Witch blood was sweet. Hybrid blood might be sweeter if it was tweaked with Lycan blood, he wanted to taste it so badly. He licked his lips like a starving dog.

He didn’t care she was technically his blood relative.

He didn’t care about anything except his own sick fantasies.

The filth inside him oozed out of every expression.

Selene’s skin crawled with revulsion. Her fists curled, ready to knock the smugness out of his skull. She leaned forward, preparing to punch him so hard his ancestors would feel it...

But she didn’t get the chance.

A strong hand suddenly grabbed the prince by the back of his collar.

And before either of them could react...

SLAM.

The prince was thrown straight into the stone wall with such force that the entire wall cracked from top to bottom. His head snapped back, pain shooting through him as he groaned, sliding halfway down before a hand slammed him back up again.

Selene blinked, stunned for half a second.

And then her lips curled into a satisfied smile. Because the man who slammed the prince against the wall was none other than her dear mate...