The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Chapter 20: I Told Him Everything

Selene’s POV

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Tears still clung to my lashes as I sat slumped against the grand door of the Alpha’s chamber. I should’ve stopped crying. I knew that. But once the memories opened their floodgates, they never let me go without dragging me under first.

The prince was coming.

And now... I would have to face him again.

My chest ached at the thought, not just with fear, but with something heavier. A deep-rooted shame that dug claws into my skin and wouldn’t let go.

I curled my fingers into my apron and shut my eyes tightly.

It started when I was fifteen. The year everything changed.

That was the year my father stopped using his fists—and began using his words instead.

He told me to make friends with the Lycan prince. Said I had a pretty face and a gentle smile, and if I used them right, I could secure our future. His future.

I didn’t want to go. I hated the idea. I knew exactly what he meant. If I couldn’t "win over" the prince... if I didn’t do enough, he would break my legs.

But worse—he’d burn everything my mother left behind. Her shawl. Her old journal. The tiny wooden box she carved for me before she died. All I had left of her.

The beatings hadn’t worked. I had stopped reacting to it. So he found a new way to hurt me.

One that worked.


So, I began going to the palace, terrified but silent. I didn’t say no. I couldn’t. I started lingering around the prince like a shadow. I smiled when I had to. Laughed when I could manage it. Not for charm—but because I was scared of what would happen to my mother’s memories if I failed.

But... something strange happened.

the others. He wasn’t cruel. He didn’t look

slowly, we

you pretend to

my father and didn’t flinch when I

me. He just

foolish dreams. I began to imagine... what if I escaped? What if I ran

gentle. Strong in all the

like I mattered... like I belonged... it

lovers. But he was the closest thing I’d ever

to face him. Would he look at me and see the

would he see this pathetic shell, marked as a slave, scrubbing someone’s floor with hands


he look at

Or worse—disgust?

twisted in the back of

a friend. Maybe...

what if it

if he came and turned his face away? What

buried my face in my

Cried for my mother.

girl I used

the prince I once

maybe... maybe I would

a few minutes, I forced

couldn’t afford to fall apart. I wiped my face, forced the sobs down my throat, and picked up the broom again. Mariam had


corner to another, brushing carefully, dusting the shelves, sweeping between every tile. The scent

remembered who they belonged to. The Alphas’ rooms were untouched, and I didn’t dare step inside the adjoining doors. I stayed

I didn’t know—what I couldn’t know—was that someone was

behind the arched balcony of the second floor, a

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