The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: She Is My Criminal

I stepped back after fastening the collar, my fingers brushing over the polished leather like I was sealing a sentence I had waited years to speak. The little heart-shaped bell chimed softly in the silence, but to me, it screamed. Just like I had once screamed under her father’s man. Just like he did—before the end.

I looked at her.

Not the way I used to.

Not with hope or warmth or the weakness I once mistook for love. and my rage had only worsen after last night. And the thought kept bugging me that I am still falling for her innocent face.

"You think this is cruel?" My voice came out low, strained, shaking under the weight I carried. "You think this is humiliation?"

I paced in front of her, every step scraping through years of agony. Years of silence. Years of watching her live freely while the image of my father dying never left me.

"I’ll show you what humiliation really looks like," I said. My boots stopped. I turned, meeting her wide, trembling eyes. "It looks like my father. On his knees. Bleeding and Begging."

My voice cracked. But I didn’t care. I needed her to hear it So at least she can stop using her innocent face against me.

"My father was the Alpha of the Silver Dawn Pack. A warrior. Proud. Strong. Respected. And your father—" I pointed at her like her very breath insulted me, "—your father stripped him of everything. His pride. His strength. His name. His pack."

I stepped closer, close enough that my breath landed on her skin. She flinched. Good.

"Do you know how he died?" I whispered. "He died naked. Chained. Crawling on all fours across the courtyard in front of his warriors—his children. Forced to lick your father’s boots clean to buy us mercy."

Disgust curled my lip. "And when he was done, when he had nothing left to give—your father laughed. And slit his throat like a pig."

She inhaled sharply. Her chest heaved like she was suffocating.

Good.

"He made me watch everything."

My voice dropped lower, heavy with gravel and memory. "Your father made the guards hold my eyes open. I saw everything. Every drop of blood. Every scream. Every whip."

I moved without thinking.

chin, hard. Her whimper cut through the room, but I didn’t let go. I wanted her

his face," I hissed. "You carry

pull away. I squeezed harder. Something shifted

I growled. "Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I make you feel even a fraction of what

and yanked the lever.

grinding against metal. The chains snapped upward. Her arms jerked high. She

drift across her back. She flinched, and pain shot through her—visible in the

remember every sound my father made," I whispered into her ear. "Every cry. Every scream. And do you know what your father did

around, so she could see the

with silver. Again. And again. Until the flesh peeled back. Until

voice trembled now. But not

that day like it was just yesterday. My father... he was everything I respected, admired, and loved. But this bitch and her father ruined everything.

how many

leather belt and snapped it once across

as the cold sting fell

"Just one. Do you know

stepped forward and

Not gently.

her fingers like they were weapons that didn’t

know what else your father did?" My voice was soft now, like rot seeping through the cracks. "He tore my father’s talons out. One by

thumb traced her

breathe. I saw

my grip until her bones ground together. Until I nearly

But I didn’t.

Not yet.

her to meet my eyes. They

want to know what hurts the most?" I

She looked confused. Pathetic.