The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas-Chapter 235: He Yeeted a Prince for Me

Luca was the last person Selene expected to see, yet the moment she recognized the familiar broad shoulders, the sharp jaw, the dark eyes burning with pure territorial rage, her lips curved into a slow, pleased smile. Her heart didn’t race from fear; it fluttered because she knew exactly what was about to happen.

And she wanted to watch every second of it.

Luca didn’t say a single word as he yanked the Second Prince up by the collar like he weighed nothing more than a sack of rotten potatoes. His muscles tightened beneath his shirt, every vein standing out, his whole aura radiating murder.

Then...

BAM!

He slammed the prince’s face into the cracked wall again, harder this time, as dust showered down from the ceiling. Selene unconsciously hummed in satisfaction.

She didn’t even glance at the prince. Her entire focus was on Luca... on the way his back flexed, the way his jaw clenched, the way his anger looked ridiculously attractive.

Luca, still silent, delivered another blow, his fist connecting with the prince’s face so hard the man’s teeth scattered like broken pearls on the floor. The prince tried to scream, but the sound came out wet and choked, mixed with blood and panic.

Luca didn’t care.

He kneeled slightly, grabbed the prince by the hair, lifted his head and then...

KICK.

His boot landed straight into the prince’s mouth. Something cracked. No... many things cracked. The man’s jaw twisted to the side at a sickening angle.

Selene’s eyebrows lifted.

Ooh. That was impressive.

The prince finally broke, his voice trembling, "L Luca... wait... wait... I can’t... I can’t fight you... y you can’t do th..."

Before he could finish, Luca punched him again, this time in the stomach so hard the man folded like a broken chair.

Still not a single word from Luca. His eyes were burning with rage. He didn’t even want to talk to this man.

The Second Prince tried crawling, tried begging, tried anything to escape the monster beating him into paste, but Luca grabbed his leg and dragged him back like a hunter dragging his kill.

Selene didn’t say stop, neither did she say enough. She was not even bothered to at least pretend. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

She crossed her arms and admired the view.

Her mate was gorgeous when he was murderous.

Luca lifted the prince up by his collar again, blood dripping down the man’s chin, his eyes swollen, his lips split. The prince whimpered, genuinely terrified now. "S Stop... p please... I didn’t... Serena... tell him..."

Selene blinked, tilted her head, and said sweetly, "Oh no, do continue. He was trying to threaten me with his future imaginary throne. I’m sure he deserves at least twenty more hits."

Luca didn’t need more encouragement.

He threw the prince across the courtyard like tossing trash, and the man landed on his back with a painful thud. Luca stalked forward, grabbed him by the throat and squeezed... not enough to kill, but enough to scare the soul out of him.

Then finally Luca spoke.

His voice was quiet, deadly and beautifully cold.

"If you ever," he growled, leaning down with eyes that promised destruction, "dare to look at my mate with those filthy eyes of yours again..."

He tightened his grip, the prince choking.

"...I will gouge them out myself."

And with that, Luca kicked him one last time... hard enough that the prince flew back, sliding across the floor all the way to the far end of the hall, crashing into a column with a pitiful squeal before disappearing from their sight.

Silence.

Then Selene exhaled slowly, her smile widening.

"Luca," she said, stepping closer, "you really know how to make a girl’s day."

He turned to her, chest rising and falling, fury still simmering in his eyes, but the moment he looked at her, all the rage melted into possessiveness.

And she loved every second of it.

Luca stood there like a victorious war god... until he realized something far more important than the bloody pulp he had thrown across the courtyard.

His Selene was admiring him.

Her eyes were practically sparkling at his muscles, her smile smug and delighted, and Luca’s entire brain short circuited. For a full second he actually regretted kicking the Second Prince so far away because if that bastard were still here, he could have flexed a little more... maybe snapped a stone pillar in half... something impressive.

But alas, he had already yeeted the man into another dimension.

So Luca did the next best thing.

He flexed and lifted his chest slightly... just enough to show off the breadth of his torso and POP.

One button of his shirt shot off like a bullet.

Selene blinked.

Then a tiny giggle escaped her lips.

And Luca felt like he had ascended to heaven.

But then she said it...

"It seems your shirt is too tight. You’ve become fat, Luca."

The word fat hit him like a direct stab to the heart. His entire expression froze. His soul left his body for a moment. He looked down at his chest as if betrayed by his own muscles.

Fat? How dare she?

He marched to her in three long strides, grabbed her gently but firmly around the waist, pulling her against him as he said with dissatisfaction, "I am not fat. These shirts are just poor quality."

But he wasn’t done.

Luca took her soft hand and placed it directly on his chest... right over the exposed muscle his shirt could no longer contain.

"Touch here," he demanded, deadly serious. "Where do you see fat?"

Selene didn’t blush. She didn’t pull back or even hesitate at all and directly placed her hand on his firm chest, and squeezed his chest muscle... hard.

"Here," she declared proudly. "This is fat. Look how much it’s bulging. Definitely fat."

Luca stared at her.

Just stared.

As if she had committed the ultimate sin against his entire wolf pride.

His mouth opened... closed and then opened again.

Not a single word came out. Only pure disbelief.

Selene burst into laughter and stepped away, absolutely delighted by his suffering.

Luca immediately chased her, slid his arm around her shoulders, pulled her back into him, and leaned his forehead onto her shoulder dramatically.

"Selene," he muttered in heartbreak, "you are so bad. You called me fat. It’s not fat."

She was still laughing when he added, voice lower,

"I should punish you for that."

Before she could reply, his lips brushed against her neck slowly, making her breath hitch just a little even though she tried to hide it.

Luca smirked against her skin.

"Still think I’m fat?" he whispered.

Selene’s breath caught the moment Luca’s teeth brushed her neck. It wasn’t painful... just unexpected, warm, possessive enough to make her spine shiver and her eyes widen in shock.

"Luca... what are you..."

He didn’t let her finish.

She grabbed his wrist quickly, glancing around the hallway in panic. "Are you crazy? What if someone sees us like this?" she hissed, cheeks warming.

But Luca only raised an eyebrow, completely unbothered.

That was exactly why she grabbed him by his hand and dragged him into her room, slamming the door shut behind them.

The door clicked.

And instantly... Luca’s restraint snapped.

He pressed her back gently against the wall, hands firm on her waist as he lifted her effortlessly. Selene instinctively wrapped her legs around him, her fingers sliding to the nape of his neck. His body was hot, solid, familiar.

"Selene..." he breathed.

And then his lips claimed hers in a deep, hungry, unrestrained manner. It wasn’t gentle or shy, he finally letting himself want her without holding back.

Selene kissed him back with the same fire, her fingers gripping his shoulders as if she’d been waiting for this moment far too long.

He carried her toward the bed, lowering her gently onto the soft sheets, his body hovering above hers, shadows and sunlight dancing over the sharp lines of his face.

"My dear mate..." he murmured, voice low and wicked. "You want to know how fat I’ve become?"

Before she could tease him again, Luca grabbed his shirt at the collar and ripped it open with one swift motion, buttons flying somewhere across the room.

The shirt hit the floor.

Luca leaned closer, flexing deliberately... every line of muscle tightening under his toned skin, his confidence almost ridiculous.

He pointed at himself with a smug expression.

"Look carefully. Does this look like fat to you?"

Selene’s laughter burst out instantly.

She reached up and poked his chest with one finger. "Hmm... I don’t know," she said in a teasing voice. "It is very bulgy..."

Luca stared at her with a betrayed expression, like she had personally insulted his entire wolf lineage.

"...Selene," he whispered in horror.

She giggled harder.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him... at the proud muscles he was so desperately showing off, at the warmth in his gaze, at the ridiculous amount of effort he was putting into impressing her.

She reached up, cupped his cheek, and whispered with a smile,

"I like it."

Luca froze.

Then a slow, triumphant smirk spread across his face.

He lowered himself until his forehead touched hers, his voice dropping into a soft, possessive growl.

"Good," he murmured. "Because I only want you to look at me."