The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: The Note

After a while, Serena found herself slipping away from the crowd. The laughter and the loud music were too

much, so she moved toward a quieter corner near the bar.

She didn’t want to drink anything strong. The people here were already half drunk, laughing like they had no

worries. But she couldn't afford that. Not tonight. She ordered something soft... just a light drink, enough to keep

her hands busy.

As she took a slow sip, her thoughts drifted again to the three names she had found. She knew these three

names were very important to her—Alpha Drevan! Alpha Corvus! And... Alpha Merek.

She whispered the names under her breath like a child trying to remember a spell. Those names meant

something. They had to. Maybe they were clues or people connected to the truth she was searching for.

She sighed, staring into her glass. "I have to find them," she murmured.

With that thought, she decided to move again. She started mingling through the crowd, pretending to be just

another guest. Every now and then, she smiled politely or nodded when someone looked her way.

When she reached the counter again, she leaned slightly forward and caught the bartender’s attention. "Hey,"

she said softly, "do you know who Alpha Drevan is?"

The man paused, clearly surprised. His hands stopped mid-motion as he wiped a glass. Then, slowly, he looked

up at her. "Girl," he said with a half-smile, "you must be new here."

Serena blinked. "Why do you say that?"

He gave a small laugh. "Because everyone knows Alpha Drevan. He's one of the Alphas of the Werewolf Council.

If there's anyone you should never cross, it’s him."

Her heart skipped a beat. "I knew that," she said quickly, trying to sound casual. "I just don’t know where he

usually stays. | was just asking, you know, casually."

The bartender raised a brow but didn’t press further. "He comes here sometimes," he said after a pause. "Not

often. But when he does, everyone knows it. The place goes silent."

Serena smiled faintly and thanked him before turning back toward the crowd. She tried to act calm, but inside

her chest, her heart was racing.

So, Alpha Drevan was real. And he was someone important... powerful enough that even a simple question about

him drew attention.

She moved back into the crowd again, listening carefully to passing conversations, hoping someone would

mention one of the other names she had written.

She tried to look calm, but inside she felt uneasy. Everyone seemed to know each other, while she felt like an

outsider who had stepped into a world that didn’t belong to her.

As tpassed, she almost gave up hope of finding anything useful. But just then, a sudden noise spread

through the crowd.

"Alpha Drevan is here!" someone shouted.

The whole atmosphere changed. People started turning their heads, whispering to each other. Serena froze, her

heart beating faster.

From the next table, she heard a group talking excitedly.

"Today is such a lucky day!" one of them said. "Prince Vaelen is here, and now Alpha Drevan has arrived too.

What's going on tonight? All the big names are showing up!"

Another man laughed. "I should call my father here too. He can’t miss this opportunity. All the big shots are

gathering in one place!"

Their words kept echoing in her head... Alpha Drevan...

Serena’s eyes moved through the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of the man everyone was talking about. Then

suddenly, she saw him.

A tall, middle-aged man stepped through the doorway, surrounded by quiet respect. He didn’t have to speak for

people to move aside... they just did, as if pulled by his presence.

She didn’t know how, but something inside her told her that this was him, the man she had been searching for.

Alpha Drevan.

For a brief second, her mind flashed an image—a younger version of the sman, smiling brightly with cruel

eyes. That face had been carved in her memory long ago, though she could not remember when or how.

Her hand tightened around her glass so hard it almost cracked. The sound of it made her snap back to reality,

and she quickly loosened her grip before anyone could notice.

She took a slow breath, forcing her expression to stay calm. But her heart was pounding wildly, and her thoughts

were spinning.

The crowd cheered as Drevan moved deeper into the club, and Serena's eyes followed him in silence.

When she looked at him, something cold opened inside her. It was like seeing a corpse wearing a man’s face.

The sight of him filled her with a hatred so sharp it hurt. She didn’t know why... she couldn't explain it, but every

pulse wanted to end him there and then.

Her hand around the glass tightened until her knuckles went white. The liquid trembled. Her breath cshort

and quick. Heat rose in her chest. The world narrowed to the man and the dark thing inside her that wanted

blood.

He moved closer through the crowd, and for a moment his eyes swept the room. Then his gaze touched her. It

felt like ice. For a second, he stared straight at her. She felt it, and panic flashed through her. She couldn't let

him see.

Quickly, she forced her face soft. She lowered her head and let her hair fall across her face. She made herself

small and careful. An innocent guest.

A quiet smile that did not reach her eyes. She sipped the drink like someone who'd had too much of the night

already. "Do not look up," she told herself.

He held her stare a beat longer, as if searching for the thing he'd seen. Then he blinked, and something like a

shadow crossed his features.

He let out a slow breath and moved on. He roamed his gaze across the room once, twice, as if checking that no

danger waited for him. No one else met his look.

When he didn’t find anything, his posture relaxed. He smoothed his coat and turned away. He walked straight to

where Prince Vaelen stood, gave a small bow, and greeted him with courtesy.

Serena kept her head down. Her heart hit her ribs like a drum. Every fiber of her wanted to leap up and pull him

down. Every part of her wanted to shout, to claw, to end him. But she did nothing. She played the quiet guest.

She smiled when people looked. She pretended to be nothing.

Inside, the hatred burned. Outside, a calm face. The two did not match. The club laughed and sang on around

them. But for her, the night had beca trap with one bright target.

And she waited, careful and watching, for the next moment when their paths would cross again.

Tpassed. The night grew louder, wilder. Music filled every corner of the club. People were laughing, shouting,

and drinking until their words blurred together. The air was thick with perfand smoke.

Serena sat quietly in her seat, eyes empty, the glass untouched before her. Her brother, Vaelen, was laughing

with a group nearby, though his eyes kept drifting to her. He noticed her silence. He noticed how her hand kept

fidgeting with her dress, how her gaze never stayed still.

And then, suddenly, she stood up.

She didn’t say a word. She didn’t look at him. She just walked toward the door and disappeared into the crowd.

Vaelen frowned, half-ready to follow, but something in her look before she left made him stop.

Maybe it was the strange calm in her eyes. Maybe it was the warning he thought he saw there. So he stayed.

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balcony. Alpha Drewar(sfodd there,

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burning slowly between his fingers.

The red light glowed in the dark like a

tiny star. Smoke curled around him.

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A breeze. Soft but sharp, like fingers

grazing his neck. He turned quickly,

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It hadn’t been there before.

He froze. For a long second, he only stared at it. His chest tightened, and a faint chill ran down his spine. Slowly,

he bent down and picked it up. The paper was thin, almost weightless, but something about it felt heavy.

He unfolded it.

His eyes moved across the short message written in delicate, slanted letters. And suddenly, his whole expression

changed.

First cconfusion. Then recognition.

Then shock.

The cigarette slipped from his fingers and died on the ground. His jaw tightened. His eyes darkened, burning with

sudden rage. The paper trembled in his hand as his breathing grew uneven.

"No," he whispered, almost to himself.

And then the fury took over. His hand clenched, crushing the paper. He tore it apart... once, twice, until the

pieces were nothing but scraps fluttering away with the wind.

But his eyes followed the direction written at the bottom of that note.

His lips moved soundlessly as he murmured something under his breath.

Then he turned with a furious expression and started walking fast, his footsteps echoing against the marble floor.

He didn’t even look back. The night swallowed him whole.

And the wind carried away the last piece of that torn note, disappearing into the darkness, leaving behind only

the faint smell of smoke and the trace of something dangerous about to begin.

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