The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 1: Chapter 01: I am Selene Moonveil, The War Criminal

Mate.

My hand stilled midair, the dagger hovering inches from my chest, my grip slackening as if the air had been pulled from my lungs. I blinked once. Twice. But the monster looming above me didn’t disappear.

Neither did the word, Mate.

I’d never heard anything sound more terrifying.

But the same word repeated in my head, like confirming that it was all real. Like a secret my body had known long before my mind could name it.

His muzzle brushed against my neck—slowly, deliberately—and I went still. The dagger trembled in my grip, caught between instinct and something else I didn’t want to name.

He inhaled, a long, dragging breath, like he was trying to memorize the pieces of me I no longer knew how to hold together.

Then he growled. He said it again like he was savoring the taste of the word on his tongue.

And still... all I felt was dread.

This wasn’t a fairy tale. This wasn’t fate wrapped in warmth and comfort.

I tightened my grip on the dagger, but he was too focused on my scent that he did not even notice the dagger clutched in my hand.

"Get off me," I said with my shaking voice.

He didn’t move. So I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Get OFF ME! YOU Bastard!"

"I hate you," I said, my voice shaking with each breath. "I hate all of you. You ruined me."

I lifted the dagger and turned it—not toward him, but toward myself. Pressed the tip to the soft skin of my throat.

His eyes went wide. He growled with warning at my face... I could feel the shock and hurt behind his eyes.

So when he stepped closer, hand reaching for mine with pleading eyes, I didn’t flinch.

Instead, I drove the dagger forward—straight into his chest, just inches away from the frantic beat of his heart.

His mouth fell open in shock, a strangled sound leaving his throat like he could not believe what I did to him.

I met his gaze with a cold voice. "I told you, you don’t get to have me."

Soon, I was surrounded by three more towering wolves, who shouted in unison, Mate.

my only reaction was

trembling with something like wild rage, "and I swear on the graves of every girl you’ve broken, I will twist this

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One week earlier...

Selene’s POV

smelled

that remained of my home, just smoke and ruin drifting through the air like a

my swollen ankles. My legs trembled beneath me, barely holding me upright, my skin raw and streaked with grime, blood, and dried tears. The filth had long since crusted over my pale skin. I couldn’t tell what hurt more, the

with every movement. Thick iron cuffs bit into my wrists, crusted red where they had rubbed the skin raw. A heavy chain wrapped tightly around my waist, binding me to the others behind me. There were only five of us now, five noble daughters who had survived the fall of our pack. Warriors, elders, ranked wolves... all of them

And of those, only the lowest omegas had been left untouched. Because they were worthless, powerless, and not even worth the trouble

But not me.

the daughter of Alpha

its knees in war. And now his enemies had returned, stronger than ever, and they had come not just for him...

heavy knots down my back. My lips were cracked and split, the taste of iron still fresh in my mouth. I could barely see through my right eye; the skin around it was bruised and swollen shut. My collarbone throbbed where

only seventeen. I hadn’t

enemy territory,

slowed, even when I was yanked forward. I could feel it in my

A war criminal.

my thoughts until I

I didn’t kill anyone.

even

I was barely thirteen.

They think I did.

why can’t I

questions never stopped. They stabbed at me from the inside, louder than the

I stumbled and nearly fell. He spat

to swallow. The other girls, noble daughters like me...kept their eyes on the ground. They didn’t speak either.

still... none of them

They weren’t beaten.

I was.

us. The sound made my skin crawl.

was the Silver Dawn Pack,

paved with perfect stone, the walls tall and fortified like a fortress carved from obsidian. There was no warmth here, only discipline, control, and mistrust

shuttered windows. Even pups peeked out from behind the legs of stronger

then came the whispers, soft and

"That’s her."

"The alpha’s brat."

who slit our

she dead