The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Nothing But Mine

Selene Moonveil would never stand tall again. She would not speak unless I permitted it. She would not eat unless I allowed it. She would sleep on the floor beside my bed, leashed and humbled, no longer a princess, no longer a daughter of a tyrant Alpha—but a slave with no identity outside of me.

I would strip her of her name. Her voice. Her legacy. I would make her forget who she used to be.

And when she had nothing left—not dignity, not hope, not defiance—she would cling to me.

She would beg me to keep her. Not out of love, but out of need. Because I would be all she had left.

She would live by my word, serve by my hand, and sleep knowing she was nothing in the eyes of the world—nothing but mine.

And one day... when she finally knelt and looked up not with hate, but with the silent desperation of a woman who no longer remembered what freedom tasted like—I would finally feel the justice my parents never received.

This words played in mind like mantra like it was the only thing keeping my sanity and allowing my wolf to be at bay.

"You’ll stay here until you’re fully tamed... or until we know which one of us you’ll bite next, like the rabid thing you are."

With that I tugged at her leash and motioned her to follow me.

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Selene’s POV

I wanted to claw his throat open. My hands may have been free, but the damn leash still sat in his palm like a chain between us. My steps followed his only because I had no other choice.

step I took, my hatred

before—never allowed beyond the polished doors, never trusted with the sight of their sanctuary. But now? Now I was dragged here like

quarters were massive, built more like a hunting lodge than a royal residence. Wide halls, stone floors, soft warm lighting—everything designed for movement and strength. What struck me

by carved wooden arches or thin beams of glass. I could see through them—bedrooms, a large common space, a library

the open layout as I was tugged forward. It felt too intimate, too unguarded for men who ruled with

truly so close as brothers that they didn’t care who saw what? Didn’t care who watched them sleep or eat or strip? A part of me wondered, with a sharp ache in my chest, how

tasted bitter in my mouth. What did it matter to me? Whether they slept beside each other or dragged their future Luna into this strange den of glass and

as the thought sank deep, my movement caused the small bell around my neck to chime.

I froze.

humiliation of that sound—of knowing it had caught Kael’s attention—boiled in my throat. I felt his gaze sweep over his shoulder, brief and assessing, and

and hurl it into the fire, I would. But I couldn’t even touch it

nothing. Just turned down another hall, and I followed, grinding my teeth

a heavy glass door led to something I didn’t expect at all. Kael pushed it open with a strong hand and stepped inside, leash still in hand. I hesitated for a heartbeat, then stepped

out before me—though it wasn’t just a pool. It was a marvel. The roof above was

pool itself shimmered with silver-blue water, smooth as still glass. A line of tall marble columns surrounded the space like silent guardians,

It was breathtaking.

collar—if I wasn’t marked, degraded,

But now?

made my throat

the leash and gestured without looking at me. "Start from that corner. The tile’s been

collection of unused chairs, damp footprints, and streaks of grime near the waterline. My hands twitched by my sides. I moved slowly, the bell

I heard the soft rustle of fabric behind

I didn’t turn.