The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: The Weight of Survival

Luca’s POV

I walked in silence, my boots carrying me through the familiar corridors of the Alpha’s hall. Each step echoed through the stone walls, but I paid no attention to the sound. My mind was a storm.

A mess of emotions and responsibilities I couldn’t afford to ignore. I needed clarity, and for me, that only came through structure—through control. The best way to quiet the storm was to drown myself in work.

I pushed open the doors to my personal office. The scent of parchment and aged wood hit me like home. The long obsidian table stretched across the room with old maps and new plans scattered across it, corners curled, stained with ink, sweat, and decisions made in blood. I sat down heavily at the head of the table and exhaled slowly, willing the chaos inside me to settle.

There was no room for distractions. Not now.

Not with everything we had to rebuild.

The Silver Dawn Pack had been broken, shattered by the war we waged to take back what was ours. We had won—but winning did not feel like triumph. It felt like another burden. Another mountain to climb.

Our Silver Dawn Pack, once proud and vast, had been nearly wiped out. And now, thousands of Silver Dawn wolves lived under our rule, most of them still uncertain if they were prisoners or family.

My brothers and I had made the decision the moment we seized the Crimson throne. We would not become Alpha Eirik. We would not mimic the man who once wore the same cold smile as he butchered our father.

Four years ago, things were different. We were eighteen. Young. Naive. Back then, we believed peace was possible. Our father had spoken often of unity. He believed we could bridge the distance between our packs. That one day, Crimson Fang and Silver Dawn could stand together.

Alpha Eirik played along with the illusion well.

sky had been clear, the air warm with the scent of

a few of our most trusted

that

in the outer hall when the

mother’s scream echoed through stone before it was abruptly cut off. When I saw her body, blood

back

forced

the scars burning into our memory. I still remember Kael’s voice screaming my name. Lucian’s breathing turning into sobs. Aeron bleeding from his shoulder

behind to hold the line.

we became

from the world, hiding in outposts,

Silver Dawn Pack had been seized. Its lands were claimed, its people reduced to nothing more than workers and livestock.

never branded them with the mark of a slave—not because he was merciful, but because he wanted the illusion of dignity

of that

rule has ended. His legacy shattered beneath our hands. But the damage remains,

border guards. It detailed the population status. Five thousand now, out of what was once thirty thousand. Only five

had simply stopped hoping. Others had disappeared without

us. But I had made it clear from day one. This war was never against the omegas or the workers. This was not a conquest

did not hate the children who bowed their heads in fear when they passed me. I did not loathe the young mothers who wept for sons they had lost on both sides. They deserved peace. They deserved a life

build itself. And loyalty was never given

had to