The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434 

Inside a dimly lit, weathered house, an elderly man stood with a wide grin stretched across his face as he observed the group of teenagers before him. The boys and girls, all in their mid–teens, looked around the room with wide–eyed curiosity. The space was filled with peculiar artifacts and strange tools, each exuding an air of mystery. 

“Sir, can we use this?” one of the girls asked, her voice tinged with excitement as she pointed to a glass bottle on the table. Inside the container, a vibrant blue liquid shimmered under the faint light. 

The old man approached the table, his movements deliberate. Picking up the bottle, he swirled the liquid inside. Instantly, the bright blue liquid darkened into an inky black. 

The teenagers froze, their eyes widening in shock. One of the boys darted closer to the old man and asked, “Sir, how did you do that?” 

The elderly man chuckled, the sound deep and knowing. He placed the bottle back on the table and turned to face the group. 

“We are wizards,” he said plainly. “Werewolves, on the other hand, know little about what we are capable of. Do you know why?” 

The teens exchanged glances before collectively shaking their heads. 

“It’s because they are not connected to any covens,” the old man continued. “Wizards and witches live in a world very different from theirs, yet we remain vital to their survival. Otherwise, why do you think your Alpha sent you to me?” His piercing gaze swept over them as he finished speaking. 

The teenagers hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded with smiles breaking across their faces. 

These young witches and wizards had been selected from various packs to visit the old man, a rare opportunity that came only once a year. Each of them was eager to learn from the most powerful hybrid wizard in the region. 

“Sir, we are so fortunate to meet you,” one of the boys said, his voice full of admiration. “Even at your age, you’re still so powerful and strong. But why do you live here alone? Where is your family?” 

The old man’s smile faltered at the question. He turned his gaze away, his expression hardening. 

“I don’t have a family,” he replied curtly. 

One of the girls stepped forward cautiously, her voice soft and respectful. “Sir, we heard you once had 

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“I only have one family,” the man interrupted, his voice sharp. “And that is the Hawthorne family.” The teenagers fell silent, sensing they had touched a sensitive subject. They quickly realized they could not afford to offend him. After all, he was no ordinary wizard–he was Raven, the most powerful hybrid in existence, and a member of the Iron Crown Pack. 

The group had traveled far to learn from him, and they weren’t about to squander the opportunity. Raven began teaching them about rare herbs capable of saving lives and potions that could cure even the most stubborn of diseases. 

As the teenagers immersed themselves in the lesson, one boy’s attention drifted. His gaze fell on a 

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large jar tucked away in the corner of the room. It was covered by a bright red cloth, and its placement near the window made it stand out. 

“What’s that?” the boy asked, pointing at the jar. 

The rest of the group turned to look, curiosity flickering in their eyes. 

“It looks like a water jar,” another said. “Do you store water in it? Is it moon water?” 

Raven’s eyes flicked toward the jar. Slowly, he made his way over to it, his expression unreadable. 

“This is no ordinary jar,” he said gravely, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “It’s a sentinel–a tool that alerts us to the greatest threats, even those we haven’t yet considered.”