The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: We Don’t Deserve Her

Author’s POV~

A month.

Thirty days.

And still... no sign of her.

No scent. No trail. Not a drop of blood or a torn scrap of clothing. There was nothing to prove she had even existed down there at all. It was like the earth had swallowed her whole and refused to give her back. Like Selene had vanished into the abyss and taken a part of them with her.

The office was quiet.

Aeron sat behind the large obsidian desk, fingers steepled, elbows resting on wood that had begun to splinter beneath his grip. The air inside was heavy—thick with something that wasn’t just grief. It was a loss. Madness. A slow-burning, unending ache that had no name.

Lucian sat to his right, the chair beneath him creaking every time his leg moved restlessly. His injuries had healed weeks ago, but not really. The scars were beneath the skin—inside where no healer could reach.

Kael stood near the window, arms folded, eyes locked on the forest line like he was waiting for her shadow to reappear among the trees.

Luca paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like a caged beast. His shirt was wrinkled. His hair hung in tangled waves around his jaw, his nails clawed into his palms.

None of them looked like the Alphas they once were.

They looked like ghosts wearing crowns made of guilt.

No one spoke for a long time.

Because what was there to say?

Until finally, it was Luca’s hoarse voice that broke the silence.

"We went deeper than any patrol ever dared. We marked

He stopped pacing.

met Aeron’s, and for a

"She’s not there."

flinch. He just whispered,

softly, still watching the trees.

and broken. "Maybe she was there... and

shut them all

wasn’t peaceful. It was sharp and jagged, like teeth pressing

hand down his face and leaned forward, resting

me before she fell," he

None of them answered.

Lucian continued. "God, her fucking eyes. They were red. Not from rage

Luca turned away.

Kael’s jaw tightened.

he

Because they all remembered.

their souls like a brand that would never fade. The way her lips trembled. The way her broken, bloodied body

Because they were.

would she not hate me?" Luca whispered, and this time, his voice broke. "I didn’t just humiliate her... I hurt her. Gods, I laid my hands on her like she wasn’t

he dragged a trembling

could. I watched her bleed, and I didn’t stop. I looked her in the eyes as she begged me, and I still—" His voice cracked, shattering the

so blinded with revenge that I forgot

seemed to hush, as if it couldn’t bear

hoarsely. "I was one. And she looked at me like I

his eyes might somehow erase the image seared into his mind...the moment he gave the order. The moment his voice, calm and cruel,

His mate.