The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 12: Chapter 12: No One Touches Her Name

I didn’t care.

Let them scream. Let them stare.

I stood there, fists clenched, chest rising and falling with every breath as the silence cracked like ice around me.

The head maid shrieked, her voice trembling with rage. "Hold her down! Hold her—"

But no one moved. No one dared.

Because like I’d said—bullies only prey on the weak. They puff up their chests when you bow your head. But the moment you stand, really stand, they falter. Cowards in uniforms. Cowards in aprons. Not one of them had the courage to face someone who was powerful than them.

I stepped forward slowly, my shadow falling over the head maid as she scrambled back in the dirt like a rat.

"You wanted to break me?" I said, voice low and steady, though it trembled at the edges. "Then you should’ve done it right the first time."

Her eyes darted left and right, looking for support.

"You think this will save you?" she spat. "They’ll kill you for this!"

"Then let them," I whispered, a bitter smile curling on my lips. "At least I’ll die fighting. Not crawling."

Tears burned behind my eyes, but they didn’t fall.

I turned in the dead silence of the room, surrounded by stares.

Let them sentence me.

Let them strip what little I had left.

Until the young omega maid, the one who sent me to Lucian’s room, shrieked like a banshee and charged at me.

"You monster!"

I ducked her wild swing and shoved her away. She came again.

This time, I didn’t dodge.

I struck.

My palm connected with her cheek—loud—and her body spun from the force, crashing into the edge of the courtyard table.

slumped to the

the head

falling with rage. "You think this little outburst will save you? You think you’re

beneath us. Stop acting like you’re above

filthy little bitch in

I stilled.

words struck like knives—sharp and

the shift in me, and that

even know which man planted a bastard inside her. You’re no Alpha—just a glorified mutt born

gasps echoed in

even whispered, "She’s gone too

head maid didn’t care. She smiled through

And now look at you—just like her. Wearing rags, licking

Something inside me shattered.

wasn’t rage anymore. It was

She had insulted me.

She had degraded me.

dared—she dared—to speak of my mother

No.

talks about

legs moved before my mind could catch up. My feet slammed into the ground as I lunged toward her, grabbing the front of her dress and dragging her up

don’t get to say her name!" I screamed, spit flying, my voice shaking with wrath. "You don’t get to speak

me, trying

didn’t even feel

the pillar so hard the

hissed, eyes wild. "You think wearing this title

clawed at my arm, but I didn’t

word," I dared her. "I swear—say another fucking word

She did.

course she

even the

I lost it.

connected with her face—again. And again. And

lip split wider. Until her eyes started to swell. Until blood gushed from her

care who

I was dragged off

about pride

the only thing that mattered

My mother was gone.