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.

hall leading to the servant quarters. The courtyard was already in view, and

storm. Blood stained the stone path, some of it hers, most of it not. It was the scene of something far worse than disobedience. It was

I entered. Omegas froze in place, their eyes wide, their bodies shrinking like prey. The fear in the air was suffocating. But I wasn’t here to tear them apart. I needed to

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 her—I didn’t—but because I didn’t know what

into the center of the mess and turned toward the group, letting my gaze sweep across them. The fear was clear, but not a single one of them spoke. I had no time for

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

weight of my Alpha voice ring out across the

"Speak."

was immediate. One maid dropped to her knees, her face pale as she began to stammer something about Selena attacking her, about rebellion, about betrayal. She claimed Selena struck first...that she disobeyed the head maid

Her eyes darted to the broken table behind me

a voice spoke up from

"I saw everything, Alpha."

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

an example. Selena didn’t resist. She just did her work. She didn’t fight until she was confronted

into me like

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.