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,"

remember that day. But my voice had collapsed somewhere in the pit of my terror. My

thing stopping him from tearing me apart. I didn’t know what scared me more—his rage or the fact that he kept it

And then came Aeron.

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

"Do it."

with the

it. I struggled harder. I screamed until my throat tore. Lucian’s fingers crushed into my wrist. My bones felt

STILL ALPHA BLOOD—PLEASE

grip on my


"You’re not."

then the metal

didn’t scream

I howled.

from the deepest part of me. Not human. Not wolf. Just pain. Pure, soul-ripping pain that tore through me like lightning. The brand sank into the soft

It made the wolves in the crowd flinch, turn away. But no one stepped forward.

thrashed, his fingers

never even

suffer. Watched every twitch, every tear, every muffled sob I couldn’t hold

begged the

Moon Goddess, please—let me pass out, let

pain blurred my vision. My body

finally, the


limp onto the stone. Skin blackened around the edges of the burn. The mark was there...shining, raw and ugly. It would never fade

wasn’t Selene Moonveil

I was a slave.

heaved. My heartbeat pounded like a war drum in my

I looked up—just once.

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