The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Just like a Pet

I was too stunned to move. His hand tightened possessively where it had no right to be, and I felt the heat of the humiliation rise through my spine like a fever. I sucked in a shaky breath, barely able to process what had just happened.

He touched me like I wasn’t even a person anymore, like I was a puppet in his arms for display. And he had done it all while the prince stood behind me. Watching and bearing witness to the filth and degradation Lucian so casually dragged me through. My hands trembled where they rested, and I thought I would fall apart right then.

But Lucian wasn’t satisfied with just humiliation.

His hand shifted again, and before I could even recoil...

Smack!

Lucian slapped me so hard on my butt that I was sure that it would have left a bruise.

I was so shocked, I almost screamed.

The slap had come so out of nowhere that it ripped the breath from my lungs. My throat clenched around the sound that tried to escape, but I muffled it, forcing it back down like bile. Because I knew what it would sound like.

If I cried out, if I so much as whimpered, my voice would betray me. It would sound like I liked it.

And I refused to let a single noise leave me. So I clamped my mouth shut, my teeth grinding together so hard my jaw ached. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of a single sound.

But Lucian wasn’t done.

His hand came down again, this time with full force.

other backside, the sting blooming instantly across my skin. It wasn’t playful or restrained; he meant it to hurt. He wanted to make me

And still, I didn’t.

my entire body trembling in his grip,

I twisted just enough and sank my teeth into the side of his neck where he had pinned my head down. It wasn’t deep enough to draw blood but

he was entertained. Like I was performing exactly

behind me, his voice thick with smug delight. "Isn’t she

The shame was too

to. I couldn’t bear to see the

I could stop them. Silent, hot trails

had never felt like

slave. Not when they stripped me of my

a broken toy for the prince to inspect—this was the cruelest I’d

back mockingly, still pretending tenderness, as he whispered low

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Prince Vaelen’s POV~

my sudden arrival. In

a puppet, he wore the same smirk that always made

Highness," he said lazily, his fingers still coiled around her waist like he owned her. "You caught us at

eyes to know the truth. Her whole body spoke it with her stiff posture. She had turned herself into a statue, not out of obedience but survival. Like a creature trying

his tone dropping as though he meant to share something personal. "You wouldn’t believe how obedient

jaw locked tight. I didn’t

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