The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1624

Turning to the mixed-blood Witch behind me, I offered reassurance.

“Fear not.

I won’t cower in the face of Shirley’s threats.

”

Shirley’s sneer deepened at my words.

“Debra, who do you think you are? Just a mixed-blood witch, insignificant.

How dare you speak out? I hold the power to punish you whenever I please.

”

Despite Shirley’s attempts to rile me, I remained eerily composed, devoid of emotion.

I met her gaze coolly, stating, “We’re already dead enemies, aren’t we? You’ve attempted to kill me several times.

Yet, did any of your schemes ever land a blow?”

“How dare you!” Anger contorted Shirley’s once-pretty features, her eyes ablaze with fury.

With a derisive snarl, she spat, “What nonsense are you spewing, you wretch?”

One of her lackeys chimed in, echoing her sentiment.

“Shirley, this bitch is insufferable.

You should punish her without mercy.

”

“Indeed!”

Her cohorts joined in, their disdain evident.

“These mixed-blood witches are repulsive.

They deserve nothing but suffering.

”

Shirley’s demeanor softened slightly.

A smirk played at her lips as she addressed me once more.

“Debra, since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish.

Today, you’ll witness the might of pure-blood witches firsthand!”

With a surge of power, she summoned her magic, a brilliant white light emanating from her hand, aimed squarely at us.

Sensing the impending danger, I wasted no time.

I shielded the mixed-blood witch beside me and transformed into my wolf form.

In close combat, I stood a chance against a witch.

Any other approach would be futile.

“Don’t worry,” Ivy reassured, brimming with confidence.

“I’ll tear Shirley limb from limb.

”

But unlike Ivy, I remained calm.

I assessed Shirley’s position and cautioned her, “We’re outnumbered.

Stay vigilant and end this swiftly.

Proceed with caution.

”

Ivy nodded in agreement.

“Got it!”

Surrounded by onlookers, not a single soul offered assistance.

Their indifference stung, as if such conflicts were commonplace.

My heart sank.

It was clear that mixed-blood witches held little regard within the clan.

“Debra, meet your end!”

With a bellow, Shirley unleashed her power upon me.

I dodged just in time, my pulse racing as her power struck the ground, creating a crater.

The threat was palpable.

Before Shirley could strike again, Ivy launched herself at her.

“Ah!” The sudden clash caught Shirley off guard, forcing her to retreat.

Ivy pressed on relentlessly, leaving scratches on Shirley’s arm that soon began to bleed.

“Ah! Debra, you’re insane!” Shirley screamed, staggering backward, her followers rushing to her aid.