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.

He didn’t look at me like I was a

slowly,

you pretend to be for

His family. My nightmares. Our fears. He listened when I spoke about my father and didn’t

me. He just

if I escaped? What if I ran far from my father’s hands and

kind and gentle. Strong in all the ways I had

mattered... like I belonged... it made my chest

the closest thing I’d ever had to someone I could call

he was coming here. I didn’t know how to face him. Would he look at me

marked as a slave, scrubbing someone’s floor with


look at

Or worse—disgust?

streamed down my cheeks again, But another thought twisted in the back

came to save me. Maybe he remembered that he has a friend. Maybe... maybe this was the day I could finally leave this

again, what

What if he

face in my

Cried for my mother.

girl I

the prince I

maybe... maybe I would lose

few minutes, I forced

the sobs down my throat, and picked up the broom again. Mariam had given me two hours. I didn’t have


sweeping between every tile.

rooms were untouched, and I didn’t dare step inside the adjoining doors.

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

of the second floor, a

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