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.

and fear. My chest tightened as a loud

to. My fingers barely brushed her arm, and I

they... did they

Her hands froze.

a moment, she couldn’t speak. I saw it in her eyes—rage, pain, helplessness. Then she dropped the cloth and gently cupped my cheeks, her thumbs brushing away the

breaking. "You’re safe. Nothing happened. You

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

no

the rest of me was the proof

my thighs. My ribs ached, and my arms screamed. My body remembered every place they had grabbed me, every place they had shoved me, hit me, and held me down like I was

the memories came back like

the room. Cold stone beneath me. Their boots

I remember their eyes.

eyes. They were hungry, cruel, and

they wanted to devour, but

at my fear. They 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

of them sneered. "Let’s

my skin would tear. Their hands touched everywhere. Disgust poured through me like

I wasn’t a person.

they

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

moment I gave

I stopped fighting.

Stopped hoping.

me just... went

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

I blacked out.

I hated

more than

For being too weak.