The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: What a Slave Endures

Selene’s POV

A knock stirred me from the edge of sleep. It was soft and hesitant.

Then the door creaked open, and a small girl stepped inside. She couldn’t have been older than ten—thin, with big brown eyes and a nervous look that said she didn’t want to be here either.

She didn’t say good morning. She didn’t ask how I was.

She just looked at the floor and whispered, "You’re expected to return to your duties."

And then she left. That was it...like she was running for her dear life.

I sat there for a moment, the words settling around me like cold mist. My body ached everywhere, muscles sore and stiff from bruises layered over bruises. It hurt to move. It hurt to sit still. It just... hurt.

But I got up anyway.

I didn’t cry. There were no tears left this morning.

Somehow, I already knew this would happen. I didn’t blame Mariam. She was the one who gave the order. She was the one who sent the girl. But I knew she was also following the order from above.

This was just how it was.

A slave doesn’t get time to heal. Not when her body isn’t hers to begin with.

And I was a slave.

No one had to say it aloud.

I was already lucky. Mariam had stayed with me at all and had offered warmth when the world had gone cold. I would never forget how she held me when I broke apart. But that moment was over. The world didn’t stop turning just because I had.

I washed myself in silence, every movement a slow, burning reminder of what had been done to me. I saw the faint bruises in the reflection—finger-shaped marks on my arms, a shadow under my jaw. I didn’t touch them. I didn’t try to hide them.

ate the little breakfast...bread and watered-down porridge. It tasted

know how I would gain strength to survive in

I walked back into the halls like nothing had

at me. Just another girl in a plain

like a ghost, scrubbing the floors, dusting the

inside... a

something had cracked open in me last

couldn’t seal it

breathe here

I couldn’t stay.

a slave was cruel—but last night proved something worse. That cruelty had no limit. That I

things. Beaten, bred, discarded. And I had always thought, at least I’m one of them. At

night... I

was still prey. And it was only a matter of time before

through the day on stiff legs, teeth clenched through the pain, pretending. Pretending I was whole. Pretending I didn’t remember their faces. Pretending

heard

of the hallway, their words

The prince

My blood froze.

So, Prince

part of the estate with a broom in my hand. One of the omega maids had spotted me wandering in the hallway and, without much of a

cleaning up her unfinished work.

Until I heard footsteps.

calm. The kind of steps that didn’t need to rush, because

heart thudding against my ribs as a guess began to form in my mind. My hands trembled as I clutched the

But I didn’t.

I

"Lady Meriya..."

voice...it was just as smooth and

Prince Vaelen.