The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

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.

sadness and fear. My chest

on to. My fingers

whispered. "Did they... did they do it to

Her hands froze.

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

my sweet girl. No," she whispered, voice breaking. "You’re safe. Nothing happened. You can feel it, Selene. Nothing

closed my eyes again, trembling. I reached inward—fear clawing at

no

me was the proof of the humiliation I

body remembered every place they had grabbed me, every place they had shoved me, hit me,

came back like

the corner of the room. Cold stone beneath me. Their boots thudded around me like I was an

I remember their eyes.

were hungry, cruel, and

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

tore my clothes. One of them slapped me hard across the face when I tried to pull away. Another grabbed my hair, shoving me back down. My mouth filled with blood. My screams never came out—they died in

them sneered. "Let’s see how high you hold

thought my skin

I wasn’t a person.

something they wanted to

them. Because I couldn’t move. I was frozen, locked in my

remember the moment I

I stopped fighting.

Stopped hoping.

me just...

someone shouting. A loud and angry voice But by then...

I blacked out.

now I

more than

For being too weak.