Enslaved To The Alphas-Chapter 269: The Revelation

The Grand witch slowly entered the large room that had been prepared for her, followed by the Great Witch Dororthy Green. Once inside, she waved her hand, casting a number of spells all over the place, hiding her presence and aura, while also preventing from unwanted eaves droppers.

Dorothy Green stood a few steps away, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She hesitated, then finally spoke, her voice careful and low.

"Miss," she asked slowly, "do you think they will believe it?"

The Grand Witch did not answer right away. Instead, she smiled a slow, knowing smile that did not quite reach her eyes. Then she lifted one hand and gestured lightly. "Come here," she said.

Dorothy hurried forward at once. The moment she reached her, she moved without being asked, her hands reaching up to help loosen the clasp of the heavy cloak on the miss’ shoulders.

"It doesn’t matter whether they believe it or not," the Grand Witch said calmly as the fabric slid from her shoulders. "Belief is not what I need from them."

Dorothy nodded, her movements careful as she folded the cloak aside. "Then... what matters?" she asked quietly.

"I will have what I want," the Grand Witch replied, her tone even, certain.

As the cloak was removed completely, something dark and gleaming was revealed beneath it-a brooch of polished black obsidian, pinned close to her bosom. It caught the dim light and reflected it in sharp, glassy edges.

Dorothy’s eyes flickered to it, and she instinctively lowered her gaze away from it.

The Grand Witch reached up slowly and unpinned the brooch. She held it in her palm for a moment, then brushed her fingers over its smooth surface, caressing it as one might a treasured keepsake.

"What I said was not a lie," she murmured. "His aura truly is growing stronger." Her fingers tightened slightly around the obsidian. "That can only mean one thing."

She lifted her eyes, her expression turning cold and thoughtful.

"He has almost escaped the prison I prepared for him all those years ago."

Dorothy swallowed. "Is that... possible?" she asked. "After everything you did to seal him?"

The Grand Witch let out a soft breath. "Nothing remains bound forever," she said. "Not power. Not fate. And certainly not him." Her thumb traced a faint line along the edge of the brooch. "The prison was never meant to last forever. It was meant to buy time."

She closed her hand around the obsidian, her grip firm. "And now that time is nearly over."

"Miss, what did you need to buy time for?" Dorothy asked slowly.

The Grand witch waved her hand again, and suddenly Dorothy’s look changed, revealing her real self. "Molly. You have worked hard all these years. Thank you."

Molly bowed her head and said," Miss, It has been my pleasure to serve you. But I do not understand. In the past, I thought you wanted to destroy the dark master. However, all these years..."

"I don’t want him destroyed. I want him to be in pain. The pain he caused me would not have been erased by simply destroying him! This time! This time I will have him destroyed by the hands of the woman he loves! Mira will do it! She will be the one who will make the choice to save the three lords. She loves them..."

As Molly nodded, Shiqi Stav stood up and lifted her hand in a small, dismissive gesture.

"You may go," she said calmly.

Molly bowed deeply, her expression unreadable now that the disguise had fallen away. Without another word, she stepped back and left the chamber, the door closing softly behind her

Shiqi remained still for a moment, staring ahead, the obsidian brooch still clenched in her hand. Then she rose and moved toward the bed that had been prepared for her. She lay down slowly, resting her head against the pillows and closed her eyes as she whispered the words,"

"Welcome back, Aron," she murmured. "It is time for our reckoning. We are going to be together this time."

As she said this, a sad smile came to her face, and she thought back to the last time she had seen him, when he had been dressed as a groom...

Shiqi stood alone in the center of the room, dressed in bridal red, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Her heart pounded as the door finally opened and Aron stepped inside.

He was dressed as a groom, his dark robes formal and heavy, his expression strained the moment his eyes met hers. He stopped a few steps away, his gaze sweeping over her before settling on her face. She could not take her eyes off. He should have been her groom. And yet, here she was dressed for someone else, while he was going to someone else.

Her clenched hands opened slowly. He would never become anyone else’s. Tonight was his last chance.

"Are you angry," Shiqi asked quietly, "that I called you here?"

Aron shook his head at once. "No," he said. Then his voice softened, troubled. "But this is not right, Shiqi. You cannot threaten me like this." He took a step closer. "You cannot say you will kill yourself just to make me come."

She looked at him steadily. "It was not a threat," she said. "I only wanted you to come." Her voice trembled despite her effort. "I wanted you to see me like this. As a bride."

Her gaze moved over him slowly. "And I wanted to see you as a groom."

Aron turned away, his jaw tight. "This should not be happening," he said. "You know that."

"Then tell me," Shiqi said, her voice breaking despite herself. "Tell me why." She took a step toward him. "Why can you not love me?"

He did not answer. "Why," she continued, her hands clenching into the fabric of her dress, "do you insist on pushing me toward other men? You tell me to be patient. You tell me to accept fate. But what about my heart, Aron? This is your last chance, Aron. Can you love me?"

"Shiqi...I do love you but..."