CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95: A VISIT TO WITCH MOTHER

Selene left the pack house with the trio and soon reached the coven and headed towards the Witch Mother’s House.

The witch Mother’s house was big, but it was nothing like the castles or pack houses of alphas. It was simple and calm. There were no golden walls or heavy decorations.

Instead, it was elegant and clean. Every corner looked neat and well-kept, with small touches of art everywhere, like a carved wooden table, a painting on the wall, or fresh flowers placed in a vase. It didn’t look overdosed or luxurious, but it still had its own beauty.

Selene was the only one who has stepped in the house, others did not dare to... They are afraid to disturb the rest of the witch mother.

So she was the only one who walked slowly through the halls. Her footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor. The walls were painted in plain colors, but it gave the place a graceful look. She felt the same thing she always felt here...peace.

Finally, she reached a door at the end of the hall. She pushed it open and stepped inside.

The room was bright, with sunlight streaming in through a wide window. A woman was sitting near it, her eyes looking outside as if lost in thought.

Selene paused for a moment. Even though she had seen her before, she was still every time struck by how graceful the witch mother looked.

The woman was already over fifty, yet she looked no older than thirty. Her hair was wavy, a soft brown color, and it curled gently down her back. Her face was smooth, with sharp but calm features. Her eyes were clear and steady, carrying both kindness and authority.

She was wearing a plain gown, with nothing decorated or shiny about it. But even in its simplicity, it looked elegant on her. There was no crown on her head, no jewels on her body, nothing to make her stand out...yet her presence alone filled the room.

The woman turned her head slowly and looked at Selene. A small, warm smile touched her lips.

"Selene," she said softly.

Selene lowered her head in respect and whispered. "Witch Mother, I came here to meet you," she said respectfully.

The woman turned fully toward her and gave her a soft smile. "Come, sit," she said, pointing to the chair in front of her.

Selene obeyed and sat down. For a moment, she found herself staring again, lost in the woman’s beauty.

If she didn’t lie to herself, the woman actually looked very much like her mother. The same gentleness in her eyes, the same soft aura that calmed her heart, and even the soft brown hair that curled behind her shoulders resembled her mother.

Selene’s chest ached as she thought about it. Witch Mother had always given her that motherly warmth she missed. Sitting here, she felt comforted, like a child being wrapped in a safe embrace.

After everything that had happened in her life, if there was anyone Selene trusted the most, it was this woman. Because this was the only person who had guided her many times, helped her stand up again, and given her hope when she thought she had none.

She was the highest witch of the coven, the leader, the most powerful among them. Even though she was not a pure-blooded witch, her power was so great that Selene could not even compare. who was a pure-blood and had an advantage, she knew she was still far behind the witch mother, whether it was in power or knowledge.

Selene lowered her eyes, feeling both respect and comfort in the woman’s presence.

She sat quietly, trying to gather courage and think about how to start the conversation. But before she could say anything, Witch Mother spoke first.

"Did you meet your mates?" she asked softly.

Selene froze. Her eyes widened, and her body started to shudder. The question hit her straight in the heart.

Witch Mother gave her a gentle smile. "No need to be nervous, child. I’m only asking. If you don’t want to talk about it, we can leave it aside."

Selene bit her lip. She hesitated, then gave a small nod. "I... I cannot hide anything from you," she said with a helpless smile.

Witch Mother chuckled. "It’s your face that is telling me everything," she said warmly. Then she leaned slightly forward. "Tell me about them."

Selene shifted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable. Her hands twisted together, and her eyes dropped down to the floor. She did not want to talk about it. Witch Mother noticed her hesitation and only smiled more sweetly.

"Very well," she said kindly. "We will not talk about it now. Then tell me, what brought you here today?"

Selene finally lifted her head. She drew in a slow breath. "When I was taken by the werewolves," she began, "it was actually a trap. Someone leaked our plan. They knew everything. They had already prepared and were waiting for me to fall into their trap."

Witch Mother listened silently, her expression calm.

"The most dangerous thing," Selene continued, "was that they had enchanted objects that could bind a witch’s power. Even mine." Her voice shook a little. "You know I am a pure-blood witch, and not every spell can affect me. But this one was so strong...and when I used my power after removing it, it left a backlash inside me."

She paused and looked at Witch Mother’s face carefully. But the older woman did not react. She simply sat still, her face smooth, almost like she already knew everything.

Selene’s voice dropped lower. "I am sure... It was made by a powerful witch. Someone has betrayed us."

She finished and waited, but the silence stretched on. She could not read Witch Mother’s eyes or even guess what she was thinking.

Finally, Witch Mother smiled, her tone as sweet as always. "Yes, we know. Someone is helping the werewolves. Otherwise, how could our coven have fallen so low?"

Her voice was calm, almost gentle, as if the matter did not disturb her at all.

Selene’s chest tightened. She could not tell if Witch Mother was angry, sad, or just... indifferent.

And what’s with her answer? What does she mean by it? Did she always know that someone was betraying them and never tell her? Why?