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.

to the

silence when the head maid finally stood

for this," she spat, her chest rising and falling with rage. "You think this little outburst will save you? You think you’re still Alpha-blooded?" She laughed—a high, ugly sound that scratched at my

slave beneath us. Stop acting like you’re

spat, her voice hoarse but full of venom. "A filthy little bitch in heat, trying to play

I stilled.

struck like knives—sharp and

shift in me, and that made

was some noble lady?" she sneered. "Everyone knew what she was. A pretty face your father kept warm in his bed. Probably didn’t even know which man planted a bastard

gasps echoed in the

even whispered, "She’s gone too

maid didn’t care. She

to be claimed like a dog in heat. And now look at you—just like her. Wearing rags, licking boots, hoping someone important will stick his cock in you

Something inside me shattered.

anymore.

She had insulted me.

She had degraded me.

dared—to speak of my

No.

one talks about

I lunged toward her, grabbing the front of her dress and

screamed, spit flying, my voice shaking with wrath. "You don’t

slapped me, trying to fight

even

back against the pillar so hard the stone

think wearing this title gives you the right to shame the only

clawed at my arm, but I didn’t let

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

She did.

course

spread so wide, even the wolves in heat got a

I lost it.

with her face—again. And again. And

the ground, mounted her, and punched until her lip split wider. Until her eyes started to swell. Until blood gushed

care who was

I was

about

was about the only thing that mattered

My mother was gone.