The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Too Late to Save

Selene’s POV

I felt a touch...light and careful, brushing against my skin. It was not cruel or forceful but gentle in a way that made my body tense with confusion.

But my body didn’t understand.

I flinched before I could think, curling in on myself like a cornered animal. My arms wrapped tightly around my knees. Every part of me screamed, my chest tightening until I couldn’t breathe.

"No... please... don’t," I whispered; the words barely made a sound. My lips trembled. My eyes stayed shut. I didn’t want to open them. I didn’t want to see them again. I couldn’t.

Please... Moon goddess, please... Don’t be them.

"Shhh... It’s alright, girl. You’re safe now."

That voice...

It wasn’t sharp or filled with disgust. It didn’t drag across my ears like broken glass. It was warm and filled with kindness.

I felt a soft cloth gently wipe my cheek. The touch wasn’t forceful. It didn’t burn across my skin. It didn’t bruise. It was careful—so careful, like it was afraid I might shatter again.

I forced my eyes open.

And there she was.

It was Mariam, the head maid, and what shocked me most was that the touch had come from her. I never imagined she was capable of such gentleness. She had always been poised and precise in her duties, her voice steady with command, and her presence firm and unshaken.

She looked older today. Not from time, but from sorrow. Her eyes glistened with held-back tears, her lips trembling as she wiped away the dried blood from my arms. Her hands shook. I could tell she was trying to be strong for me.


But I wasn’t strong.

Not anymore.

The moment I saw her, I don’t know why—but I broke.

tore out of me, filled with sadness and fear. My chest tightened as a

for her, needing something real to hold on to. My fingers

did

Her hands froze.

in her eyes—rage, pain, helplessness. Then she dropped the cloth and gently cupped

girl. No," she whispered, voice breaking. "You’re safe. Nothing happened. You can

reached inward—fear clawing at my stomach.

was no

the rest of me was the proof

welts along my thighs. My ribs ached, and my arms screamed. My body remembered every place they had grabbed me, every place they had shoved me,


memories came back like

beneath me. Their boots thudded around me like

I remember their eyes.

their eyes. They were hungry, cruel,

to eat me—like I was nothing more than meat they wanted to devour, but only after toying with me first, savoring the fear

them slapped me hard across the face when I tried to pull

"Let’s see

so hard I thought my skin would

I wasn’t a person.

was something they wanted

couldn’t move. I was frozen, locked in my own body, too terrified to

remember the moment I

I stopped fighting.


Stopped hoping.

inside me just...

last thing I remember was someone shouting. A loud and angry voice But

I blacked out.

now I hated

more than anything—I

For being too weak.

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