The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 9: Chapter 09: The Wrong Door

That night at the Silver Dawn estate was the first time I was allowed to attend something real. I don’t know the reason why did he brought me here, but i could not care less when it was like my dream come true.

After that Aeron had approached with a quiet grace and told me my posture was admirable for someone my age.

Kael had thrown teasing remarks my way, testing me, but I had matched him beat for beat with sharp replies. His grin widened with each exchange.

And Luca...stoic, cold had given me a single nod of approval. That one gesture felt like being knighted.

"You’re different from the other pups," he’d said, voice rough but sincere.

I floated the rest of that evening. They were legends to me—warriors, heirs, brothers tied by blood and destiny. And me? Just a girl from a rival pack. Yet for a few fleeting hours, I felt truly alive after my mother died.

I went to bed that night dreaming of a future that could never exist.

Maybe, just maybe... one of them would remember me. Not as Eirik Moonveil’s daughter, but as Selene.

But dreams are cruel things.

The next time I returned to their lands... everything was in ashes.

My father was dead. My people... gone. Our lands burned. Our name erased from history.

And I? I was dragged back in chains. Treated like a beast. Thrown in a cage and Branded like a slave.

Lucian didn’t even look at me when they seared the mark into my skin

A sob ripped from my throat, and I buried my face into the sheets.

"They once praised me," I whispered, broken. "And now they treat me like I’m nothing."

I remembered the way Lucian’s fingers had gently curled around mine. The way he had smiled at me—me. The way Aeron’s voice had rumbled softly when he complimented my grace. The way Kael had laughed. The way Luca had seen me—really seen me—for who I was.

And now...

Now Lucian barked cruel orders. Now Aeron refused to meet my gaze. Now Kael looked at me with disgust. Now Luca... he didn’t look at me at all.

My hands curled into fists, my knuckles turning white.

whispered, teeth clenched, "if you were always going to crush

stopped. It was relentless and I felt i

the others. That I hadn’t survived.

my head. It was

against my bruises. I winced, biting back a

wobbled as I stood

staring

lip. Hollow cheeks. Red-rimmed eyes. My silver hair was tangled and limp. The red brand burned like a curse

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(Author’s pov)

the alpha quarters. She has to rub the every inch of floor while continuosly kneeling and after one hallway is complete she has to go on another

and raw, the coarse towel burning her skin with every pass—when

She didn’t look up.

had consequences. She had learn this in juts

omega maid. "Stop scrubbing here. Go clean that

lifted her head slightly. The maid, a young wolf with sharp eyes and an

Selena hesitated.

she

make me repeat myself.

the older maids said... we’re not

her eyes. "And I’m giving

rose on

There was no point.

her skin itch. Her instincts screamed something was wrong. The air felt heavier

Still, she entered.

the moment she

a

was a chamber of

A carved desk large enough to seat three. Black and

She froze.

Cologne.

skipped. Her fingers

No. This can’t be...

was too

behind her clicked