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

the head maid finally stood again, shaking with fury and

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

A slave beneath us. Stop acting

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

I stilled.

struck like knives—sharp

the shift in me, and that

A pretty face your father kept warm in his bed. Probably didn’t even know which man planted a bastard inside her. You’re no Alpha—just a glorified mutt born from a woman who probably opened her legs to half the

few gasps echoed

whispered, "She’s gone

care. She smiled through

bet she moaned for anyone who looked her way. Bet she begged 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 and

Something inside me shattered.

anymore. It was something

She had insulted me.

She had degraded me.

dared—to speak of

No.

talks

my mind could catch up. My feet slammed into the ground as I lunged toward

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

slapped me, trying

even

against the pillar so hard

hissed, eyes wild. "You think wearing this title

arm, but I didn’t

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

She did.

of course she

wide, even the wolves in

I lost it.

with her face—again. And again. And

down to the ground, mounted her, and punched until her lip split wider. Until

didn’t care who

didn’t care if I was dragged off or executed for

wasn’t about pride

was about the only thing that

My mother was gone.