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.

loud smack echoed again through the chamber as his palm smacked hard against my other backside, the sting blooming instantly across my skin.

And still, I didn’t.

trembling in his

side of his neck where he had pinned my

flinched, his breath catching in surprise. Then he laughed like he was entertained. Like

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

twisted. The

bear to see the look in his eyes—the disgust, the disbelief, or

them. Silent, hot trails of humiliation that burned

never felt like this

was first marked as a slave. Not when they stripped me of my name,

kneeling in his lap, being paraded like a broken toy for the prince to inspect—this was the cruelest I’d ever felt. Powerless. Violated. Reduced

back mockingly, still pretending tenderness, as he whispered low beside my ear, "Good girl. That’s what you are now. Isn’t that

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Prince Vaelen’s POV~

seem bothered at all by my sudden

same smirk that

coiled around her waist like he owned her. "You caught us at

remained bowed, her face veiled beneath the mess of her long hair. But I didn’t need to see her eyes to know the truth. Her whole body spoke it with her stiff

"You wouldn’t believe

locked tight. I

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