The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: From My Hands

Luca’s POV

The halls stretched long and dim in front of me, but I barely noticed them as I walked with a rage boiling beneath my skin. My fists were clenched so tight that the pressure burned my knuckles.

Every servant I passed dropped their eyes and moved out of my way, sensing the storm in my expression. I didn’t need to growl or snap orders. My anger was thick enough to choke them all.

Selena had stood in front of me like a creature resurrected from ashes, yelling like she had been the one wronged. She had spit at my feet, her voice torn and wild, accusing me of cruelty—me, the son of a woman she murdered.

She had screamed that I was a monster. She dared to twist the truth like that. If I were a monster, she wouldn’t have had the chance to raise her voice, let alone scream in my face. She wouldn’t be breathing.

Still, her words echoed in my head louder than I wanted to admit. The brokenness in her voice had cut deep. I told myself I didn’t care, but the truth was I had seen something in her eyes—something I couldn’t ignore.

She had been angry, yes, but it wasn’t just rebellion. It wasn’t pride. It was something deeper, darker. It was the kind of rage that only came from someone who had swallowed their pain for too long.

I couldn’t understand it. Since the day we took her in, she hadn’t made a sound. She didn’t resist when we took her name. She didn’t protest when we branded her. Not a word when we tossed her in the dirt and gave her nothing. Even when she cried during that first night in the slave quarters, she didn’t scream.

Not like this. So what made her snap now? What could push her to beat omegas bloody in the middle of the courtyard? I knew she wasn’t irrational. If she were, she would’ve caused chaos the moment she stepped into our territory.

to the servant quarters. The courtyard was already in view, and even from a distance,

Blood stained the stone path, some of it hers, most

The fear in the air

among them. One of the others whispered that she had been taken to the healer after sustaining serious injuries. My jaw clenched, not because I pitied

letting my gaze sweep across them. The fear was

the air like a blade. "Now. From the beginning. Not one

let the full weight

"Speak."

knees, her face pale as she began to stammer something about Selena

was pathetic. Her eyes darted to the broken table behind me as though it would defend

even respond, a voice

"I saw everything, Alpha."

I vaguely recognized. He was small but steady, and though his hands trembled slightly, his voice didn’t waver. He took a step forward, lowered his

your brother Lucian’s chambers on purpose. She said it would bring her punishment and set an example. Selena didn’t resist. She just did her work. She didn’t fight until she was confronted again—cornered, actually. The maid screamed at her, threatened her. Tried to slap

words settled into me

And she didn’t listen either. She believed the lie. Ordered Selena to be dragged through the quarters and punished in front of everyone. Selena begged her to stop. She tried to explain. But