The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Am | a Lycan?

Serena’s POV~

The next morning when | woke up, | felt strange. My head was heavy, and when | tried to remember what

happened last night, there were only sof my mother’s words, but | don’t remember how | fell asleep. Aside

from this, nothing cto me.

| sat on the bed for a while, blinking, and then after freshening up, | walked toward the mirror. My reflection

stared back at me, pale and tired, with eyes that looked as if they carried shadows. | combed my hair slowly,

watching each strand fall in place, but my thoughts kept drifting.

Why could | not remember? | tried to think of my childhood, but all | could see was this house, these rooms, and

my mother’s face. Nothing else. It was like there were holes in my mind, big empty spaces where something

important should have been.

| touched my forehead lightly and whispered to myself, "Did I... really hit my head so badly?"

When | asked my mother, she had only smiled atsadly and said, "Yes, my child, you had an injury. That is

why you have forgotten everything. But it’s fine. You still have me."

Somehow, her words made sense. But deep inside, it felt wrong. | knew she was a witch. And strangely, | knew |

was one too. But why couldn't | remember the coven? Why did | not remember my life there? Were there no

people in my life? No friends, no one who cared for me? Why had no one cto see me?

The thought made my chest feel heavy. | mumbled to myself, "Maybe I really did have a big head injury... and

that’s why I’ve forgotten everything. But it’s good... at least | still remember my mother. And our life together.

I've only forgotten the coven."

| combed my hair again, staring into the mirror. A faint ache spread in my skull the more | thought about it, sharp

enough to makewince. | quickly stopped thinking and pressed my lips together. "It doesn’t matter," |

whispered. "It’s better this way."

Just then, the door pushed open.

My mother walked inside, her face glowing with a strange pride. "My daughter is looking so beautiful today... just

like the moon."

A small smile tugged at my lips. | lowered my gaze shyly.

But then | saw him...standing right behind her. The man. My supposed father.

My breath caught in my throat. My mother’s words from last night echoed faintly in my mind—though I could not

remember clearly what had happened. She had said he was my father. That we were a family. A happy family.

So | forced myself to smile sweetly and greeted him. But when | tried to call him "Father," the word stuck in my

throat. It felt strange and wrong. | had never called anyone by that nbefore. Maybe it was because | never

had a father figure in my life. Or maybe... | just did not want to.

Still, 1 didn’t want my mother to worry, so | smiled again.

But when my eyes met his, | froze. He was already moved to tears. His face was filled with something | could not

understand...pain, relief, longing. He looked so deeply concerned aboutthat it made my heart tremble.

Had he already resolved the problem with my mother? | wondered silently.

Then suddenly, he stepped forward and engulfedin a big, warm hug. His arms were strong, trembling, yet

full of warmth. My eyes widened as | felt his heartbeat against me.

"My daughter..." he whispered, his voice breaking.

Unknowingly, my hands rose and hugged him back. The warmth seeped into me, makingfeel something |

had never felt before in my entire life. Maybe because | had never been held by a father. Maybe because there

had never been anyone to lovelike this.

So... was there truly no one in my life who had lovedlike this before | lost my memories?

The question pricked at me, but before | could dwell on it, another pair of arms joined the embrace. My mother.

She hugged us both, her smile soft and full of happiness.

For a moment, everything felt perfect. A family. Just like she said.

But then | noticed something. My father stiffened slightly in her embrace.

| blinked in confusion. Did he still feel uncomfortable with her? Why? They were supposed to be together. We

were supposed to be a family.

Before | could ask, he slowly pulled back. He placed his hand gently on my head, patting it softly. His eyes looked

deep into mine. "Let's go. You can also see where your father lives, okay?"

| nodded slowly, my gaze drifting to my mother. She only smiled at us, her eyes glinting with something | could

not read.

Of course, she could not go with us. She was the mother of witches, and the coven needed her. She belonged

here.

So | looked at her one last time, then turned back to him. My supposed father.

And | wondered again, faintly, if everything truly was as simple as they said.

The decision was made. We were going to the werewolves’ territory.

Even though something insideresisted like a quiet voice whispering that | should not go...I still followed him.

| told myself this was right. This was what a family should do.

When we sat inside the car, the silence was heavy. My father sat stiffly beside me, his hands gripping the

steering wheel too tightly, knuckles pale. He did not look at me. His eyes stayed forward, his jaw clenched as if

he was holding back words he could not speak.

| sat quietly, my back pressed against the seat. The air between us felt thick and strange. My hands twisted

together in my lap, restless, while | tried not to stare at him. | could feel his presence beside me, strong and

overwhelming, but also distant.

| wanted to say something—anything—but my throat refused to open. The word "father" rose insideagain,

and once more, it stuck. My lips trembled, but no sound came.

So we sat there, both of us trapped in silence. Two strangers bound by blood.

The car moved, the world passing by outside the windows, but inside, tfelt frozen. Every tick of the clock

was louder than our voices, because there were no voices. Only silence.

My heart ached strangely. | didn’t know if it was because | wanted to speak... or because | was afraid of what

might cout if | did.

The silence stretched for a long tuntil at last he cleared his throat. His voice was low, almost unsure, as he

said, "My nis Maximus."

| turned my head slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"I am... a werewolf," he added.

| only nodded. That much I already knew. My mother had told me.

He grew awkward again, his hands

tightening around the wheel. His eyes

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I only nodded again, quietly accepting his words.

After a moment, | asked softly, "What is your pack’s name?"

His lips pressed together before he answered, "We do not belong to any pack. We... rule the werewolf packs."

I blinked, confused. "Rule them?"

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| frowned slightly. "Lycan?"

"Lycans are also Alpha werewolves," he explained patiently. "But they are much bigger, much stronger. My

brother and | belong to the Lycan bloodline. So you can say... we are royalty in the werewolf world."

| stayed quiet, staring at him.

He went on, his voice calm but heavy

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with meaning. "My younger brother is

the king right now. We are heading to

the royal palace! Kofi place is

nbt Rud good, but... it was the place

I grew up. It is my home. And now it

is yours too. Whenever you feel

alone, you are always welcome. The

gates of Lycans will always be open

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to you. Because you are a Lycan too.

His words startled me. | shook my head quickly. "I am not. I... | never awakened my wolf."

His eyes flicked toward me. "How old are you currently?"

"lI am already nineteen," | said quietly.

He gave a small nod. "Lycans are special. It is not like with normal werewolves, who awaken their wolves at

eighteen. Lycans take time. It can happen at any age. Sometimes later than you expect."

| lowered my eyes, whispering, "And... what if | never awaken my wolf? What if | am just a witch?"

His hand left the steering wheel for a moment and reached over to pat my head gently. His touch was warm and

steady. "Then you are still my daughter. Still a Lycan. Nothing and no one can take that from you."

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