The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: The Perfect Face in the Dirt

Author’s POV

Prince Vaelen stood near the carved stone balcony, asking about Selene news that was why he bring Meriya with him in the first place because she promised to help him rescue Selene.

but just as he was having a short conversation with him he smelled it...the faint scent in the air.

His boot shifted on the marble floor. Every instinct in him screamed to follow that scent, to find her. because it was her scent Selene.

But just as quickly as it appeared... it vanished.

Like smoke from a dying fire.

He turned slightly, scanning the corridor. Nothing. Just omegas moving and Meriya still speaking.

He took a step toward the hall it had come from, his mouth parting with a question—but before he could take another, her voice cut through.

"I almost forgot," Meriya said with a sweet, almost apologetic smile, "I have news... about Selene."

Vaelen turned to her sharply. His expression no longer neutral.

Meriya touched her chest gently, as if the news hurt her to even speak. "She’s not well. In fact... she’s fallen into disgrace. She’s been marked as a slave."

The words struck him like ice down his spine.

Marked.

As a slave?

"So it was really true," he breathed, barely audible.

"I didn’t believe it either," she said softly, lowering her gaze. "But I confirmed it myself. People in the pack whispered about it behind closed doors. Her father... was killed by the Alphas, and she paid the price as his bloodline."

His chest tightened, and his fists curled at his sides. He knew what it meant to be marked—what kind of cruel treatment came with it. Humiliation. Punishment. Chains. Selene, who once stood with her chin high and a fire in her spirit, now forced to bow?

His heart ached.

She didn’t deserve that.

"I’m... sorry," Meriya murmured. Her voice trembled as if she truly felt something, and her lashes lowered in perfect mimicry of sorrow. "It’s awful. But I’ll try to find her, Prince. Maybe I can speak to someone. Ease her situation, somehow..."

I... can’t move freely in the

a

graceful nod and

the moment Prince Vaelen disappeared behind the guestroom

Meriya’s soft features twisted.

a fist so tightly that her perfectly painted nails bit into her

whispered

glint of triumph in her eyes. Selene, the ever-perfect golden girl of the palace, the one who dared to act above them all because the prince once looked her way...

A slave.

Meriya nearly laughed.

down the hallway. Her boots clicked quickly

opened before she

from her mirror. "Well?" she asked

true. She’s a slave. Hidden away somewhere

into a delighted laugh. "No way! Finally, the proud little thing is

eyes shining. "All those years she acted like she was better than us—just

arms, sharing a look of

find her," Arlena said, eyes

want to see it with my own

to a secret game, but there

finally ready to watch Selene fall... and enjoy

servant quarters, her golden dress and courtly presence enough to draw bows and nervous glances from passing omegas. But it was her soft

slipped into the hand of a

cooed, tucking a curl behind her ear. "I heard she’s been through... such tragedy.

the corridor. Fear lived in every line of

say anything..." she

heavier

barely audible. "Assigned to clean. Orders came directly from Alpha Lucian. No one else

smile didn’t waver,

repeated, like the words tasted

need an answer. Her imagination filled in the rest. Selene, the filthy bitch now marked as a slave—working in the same halls her future

Meriya’s blood boiled.

with fury in her steps. "That pathetic bitch wants to seduce one of them. With that cursed

wouldn’t stop talking to her, and she acted like a princess just because of it." She

dug into her palms as

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