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.

through the room, but I didn’t let go.

face," I hissed. "You carry his blood.

pull away. I squeezed harder. Something shifted under my fingers. Her blood hit

see your eyes when I make you feel even a fraction

and yanked the lever.

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

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

every sound my father made," I whispered into her ear. "Every cry. Every scream.

she could see the

with silver. Again. And again. Until the flesh peeled back. Until the bones showed. Until he collapsed.

voice trembled now. But not from

father... he was everything I respected, admired, and loved. But this bitch and her father ruined everything. They stole everything

how many times, he was

leather belt and snapped it once across

the cold sting fell

"Just one. Do you know how many

and took her

Not gently.

at her fingers like they were weapons that

like rot seeping through

thumb traced her

breathe.

my grip until her bones ground

But I didn’t.

Not yet.

my eyes. They were wild now. Bloodshot. Drenched in everything

to know what

She looked confused. Pathetic.