<h4>Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Lycan Bloodline</h4>


    Aeron did not press the matter anymore. He could see clearly that no matter what he asked, the man was not going to reveal his name or identity.


    And if he was truly someone powerful, then announcing it here, in front of everyone, could bring nothing but trouble. Better to keep the matter quiet, at least for now.


    So, with a polite nod and a faint smile that did not reach his eyes, Aeron said,


    "If you have alreadye this far, then Silver Dawn Pack wees you. My men will be punished for their rudeness. Please,e with me."


    His voice was calm, but Selene could hear the edge beneath it. It was not a true wee, only a mask, a fake manner to hide the rising tension.


    The stranger only smirked faintly, as if he had expected nothing less, and then he followed Aeron’s lead.


    The pressure between them did not ease even a little. It was thick and sharp, like two swords pressed against each other, waiting for the first strike.


    Selene knew it well; both men were looking for a chance to face each other away from the crowd, where no prying eyes would see.


    The brothers understood it too. None of them wanted a scene here, not in the open courtyard with half the pack watching.


    Just as the man was about to move after them, his steps slowed. His head turned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd once more, and then it stopped. Right on her.


    Selene’s heart skipped and then began to pound painfully. His eyes found her again, locking onto her like he had been searching all along. Why? Why was he looking at her, out of everyone here?


    She felt the weight of more gazes a momentter. Aeron and his brothers had also noticed.


    Their eyes followed the line of the stranger’s gaze, and when they found her standing among the omegas, their own stares snapped back to her with a sharpness that made her chest tighten.


    Four sets of eyes, all powerful in different ways, pinned her in ce. The stranger’s gaze burned like fire, Aeron’s was steady and piercing, Luca’s sharp and questioning, and Kael’s unreadable but heavy.


    Selene’s breath caught. For a moment, something inside her pushed back, and she found herself ring back at them, meeting their gazes with the same force. Her body trembled with defiance she could not quite control.


    But then reality struck. She was only a human girl—weak, pitiful, low. No one like her should have been able to look straight into the eyes of alphas and hold her ground. It was dangerous.


    Quickly, she dropped her gaze and let her shoulders shake. She forced fear into her expression, widened her eyes, and let her body tremble as if the weight of their auras was crushing her.


    In truth, their pressure felt strong, but not unbearable like it did for the others. Many around her had already fainted or bent to their knees, but she was still standing, almost fine. She could not let them know that.


    So she acted terrified, shrinking back as though she could not even breathe under their power.


    It seemed to work. The brothers’ eyes lingered only a moment longer before turning away.


    Soon, she heard the sound of boots on stone as Aeron, Luca, Kael, and the stranger walked toward the alpha quarters, their footsteps fading into the distance.


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    Selene let out a long breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her chest rising and falling quickly.


    Only then did she dare to lift her eyes again, staring at their backs as they disappeared into the shadows of the pack house.


    Once all the powerful alphas had disappeared into the pack house, the heavy pressure in the air finally began to fade.


    The warriors who had been close to suffocating caught their breaths and quickly shooed away the gathered pack members. Their voices were sharp, almost scolding.


    "Go back! Everyone back to your homes! Get to your work!"


    The tone was unpleasant, but no one dared to argue. One by one, the crowd scattered until the ground was almost empty again.


    Even Selene and Sara turned to leave, walking at a slow, dragging pace. Their heads were bowed, but their thoughts were racing.


    Selene’s mind would not let go of what she had seen. That man—his aura, his power—he could not be ordinary. He was someone who stood at the very peak of the werewolf world.


    She was certain of it. And she could not let this chance slip away. She had to know who he was. She had to know what he and the brothers were going to discuss.


    She leaned closer to Sara and spoke in a soft, low voice.


    "I need to go. You have to make sure no one notices I’m missing. If someone asks, cover for me."


    Sara’s eyes widened, but she understood quickly. She gave a small, firm nod. "Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. No one will doubt me."


    Without waiting, Sara turned and walked faster toward the omega quarters.


    Selene, meanwhile, slipped away in the opposite direction, her steps light, her presence hidden.


    She knew theyout of the alpha quarters well...every blind spot, every shadowed corner. With a flick of her magic, she muted her footsteps and softened her aura until she was nothing more than a breeze against the walls.


    She crept closer and closer, searching through the halls. At first, she found nothing. Empty rooms, silent corridors. But after long minutes, she finally caught the sound of low voices. Following it carefully, she discovered them in a quiet, unused room. It was not their office or even personal chambers.


    That alone told her much. Alphas did not easily allow another alpha into their private spaces. But they could have at least used their office, but no. They don’t trust this stranger.


    From the doorway’s shadow, she peered inside. Four figures sat around a table. Aeron, Luca, and Kael were tense, their eyes locked on the man who sat opposite them.


    The stranger, however, was calm. His face showed nothing, his gaze fixed not even on them but straight ahead at the wall, as if he were lost in his thoughts.


    The silence in the room was heavy, each side waiting for the other to move. Selene held her breath, her chest tight with nerves.


    Then atst, the stranger finally broke the stillness. His voice was low and steady.


    "I am from the Lycan bloodline, as you have already guessed. And you must know that another Lycan still lives."


    The words dropped like stones into the room.


    All three brothers stiffened at once. Their eyes widened with shock, but they quickly tried to smother the reaction, hiding their emotions beneath nk expressions.


    Still, Selene had seen it, the flicker of realization, the weight of fear or recognition in their eyes.


    Selene’s brows furrowed. Another Lycan? But how? In her mind, there were only three Lycans alive in this world...the king and his two heirs, the Lycan princes. Who else could there be?


    Her confusion twisted tighter inside her chest. Just what truth was being hidden here?