The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Chapter 03: The Mark That Shattered Me

Selene’s POV

The sound of fire crackled louder than my heartbeat.

I could hear it. It was sharp and alive, spitting sparks into the air as the silver brand was lifted from the flames. It glowed an angry, pulsing red, shaped like a collar of thorns. Hooked edges. An open center. A symbol of slavery. Of ownership. Of being nothing.

It shimmered like molten blood.

And it was meant for me.

I screamed. My scream was loud and desperate. The kind of sound that didn’t even feel like it came from me.

"NO—PLEASE—PLEASE DON’T—!"

My body flailed. My legs kicked at the stone floor. My arms fought the chains, rattling with every movement. My lungs burned from screaming but I didn’t stop—I couldn’t stop. I’d take death. I’d take anything but that mark.

Then hands grabbed me.

In a strong, firm hold.

Lucian Duskdraven was the first to move. He crouched beside me, calm as still water, and seized my left arm. His grip was like steel. No matter how much I thrashed or twisted, he didn’t move.

"Don’t move," he said gently. "It’ll hurt more if you do."

His voice was soft. But it wasn’t kindness. It was mockery. There was amusement in his eyes—like he was watching a play, not holding down a terrified girl.

I trembled. Shook so hard my teeth rattled. But Lucian didn’t blink.


Then Luca stepped forward.

His eyes were ice. Unfeeling. Focused like a blade honed to perfection. He knelt beside me and grabbed my jaw again, forcing my chin up so I had to look at him—so I couldn’t look away from what was coming.

Our eyes locked.

our people," he

to scream that I didn’t. That I didn’t even remember that day. But my voice had collapsed somewhere in the pit of my terror. My mouth moved, but nothing came

were folded tight across his chest. His body radiated fury, like his silence was the only thing

And then came Aeron.

speak to me. Didn’t even look directly at me.

"Do it."

guard moved forward with the brand in

I struggled harder. I screamed until my throat tore. Lucian’s fingers crushed into

STILL ALPHA BLOOD—PLEASE

on my face


"You’re not."

metal touched

didn’t scream

I howled.

human. Not wolf. Just pain. Pure, soul-ripping pain that tore through me like lightning. The brand sank into the soft flesh of my forearm. I could

air. It made the wolves in the crowd flinch, turn

flinch. He held me down while I thrashed, his fingers digging

never even looked

every tear, every muffled

the world to

me pass out, let me die...anything

My

finally, the


arm dropped limp onto the stone. Skin blackened around the edges of the burn.

wasn’t Selene Moonveil

I was a slave.

heartbeat pounded like a war drum in my ears. My vision was fading in and out, my

I looked up—just once.

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