The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Lucian Broke Down

Lucian couldn’t breathe.

The weight of it came crashing down like a tidal wave of knives. His hands clutched at his face, trying to smother the sound, trying to hold himself together—but it was no use.

He sobbed. Not the silent, restrained kind of weeping a warrior is taught to master.

No. He completely broke down.

Right there on the floor, in front of his brothers, in front of Maela and their beta, in front of the ghosts of every sin he had ever committed—Lucian wept like a man who had lost his soul.

His broad shoulders shook. His fingers tangled in his hair as if trying to rip the guilt from his skull. His breath hitched again and again and then came out as a raw cry, full of everything he had buried for years.

He didn’t care how he looked.

He didn’t care that he was supposed to be an Alpha.

Because right now—he wasn’t. He was just a broken man. A man who had shattered something irreplaceable.

His mate. His Selene.

And not just her body—not just her trust. No. He had crushed something even more fragile.

Her hope.

Her love.

Her first, innocent dream was of a boy she had believed was meant for her.

"Mammy... What if he’s my mate?"

clawed at his chest like he could

go back... Gods,

out, his voice hoarse and

the

into something unreadable, his fists clenched at his sides,

couldn’t

trapped in the prison of his own memory, his own

weren’t for him..." Lucian growled through gritted teeth, lifting his head just enough to let the next words out. "If that bastard hadn’t—if he hadn’t poisoned everything

The echo rang out sharp and violent,

just to torture him again and again and again—until he felt even a fraction of what she went through. What we

all his rage was useless. Because deep down, he knew it was too late. He knew he had already lost her in the worst way a man could lose someone—by being the

already destroyed, and there was no undoing it. No turning back.

voice dropped to a whisper, "maybe if he’d never touched our lives... she would’ve still looked at me

eyes were wet and empty

way she saw me that night.

his

barely

moonlight, cheeks flushed, voice soft as petals as she whispered his name like it was magic. That night. That moment. When everything had still

pack

become everything

was dead, we just picked up where he left off. We turned her into a caged bird in a

curled into

better than him," he hissed.

caught

least she knew her father was a

His voice shattered.

"She loved me."

crushed it under my boot