The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Maela’s Grief and Resentment

Maela’s grief twisted inside her heart, full of resentment. It would be a lie to say she didn’t hate them.

Once, long ago, she might’ve pitied these Alphas, these boys ripped from their home, orphaned by Alpha Eirik’s cruelty, raised in the shadows of blood and vengeance. They have every right to take their revenge, but what was her misfault in this? Why was she the one who had to bear the brunt of this...? And yes, once, she might have whispered that it wasn’t their fault.

But not anymore. Not after what they did to her. Not after they turned her into nothing more than a thing to be tamed and discarded.

Her tears dripped silently onto her lap, her mouth pressed into a line so tight it hurt. She had made her decision the moment she heard Selene was gone. And this scene...this pitiful display of regret, only hardened it.

They didn’t deserve forgiveness.

Let them live with the weight of what they had done. Let regret choke them every time they closed their eyes. Let every echo of her name haunt them like a curse carved into their souls.

Because Selene deserved atonement. She deserved mourning. She deserved justice.

And if the goddess had any mercy, maybe once these Alphas had bled enough sorrow to match what they had inflicted, Selene’s soul could finally rest.

She would bury her grief quietly. She would mourn like a mother mourning her child.

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Kael’s POV~

I didn’t move. Even as Lucian broke in front of us, sobbing like a man who’d been gutted, it was like the sound alone was tearing the floorboards apart...

My feet felt nailed to the ground. My heart... my heart was a storm with no sky. A storm that didn’t know where to go.

himself,

my own chest was a battlefield, not when Maela’s words still rang in my head like

Gods. Selene.

world twisted. The way Maela had spoken...shaking, like her grief had become bone-deep rage—it rooted in

long before we ever touched her. And when he died, we took the whip from his hand and didn’t even

ran

was crying until the warmth trailed down my cheeks. Quiet and Bitter. My wolf howled inside me, not with fury, not

since that night. Since she

blamed me. We

he had felt it—he had known what she was, and I... I had pushed it down. Buried it under pride

her name made something fracture

listened

behind. Every

as cruel as him—they are, after all, of the same bloodline. But the reason I hated

even be sure that what I’d seen was real. That night—those moments etched into my memory—they felt

was all

hands shook. I opened my eyes and looked at Lucian

like his soul had been torn in two. His body trembled, fists raw from pounding the stone,

through my chest, sharp and merciless. Watching my brother fall apart should have angered me, should have stirred something protective or fierce—but instead,

thought it, but I

me. On that floor. On my knees. Ripped open

in

Lucian who had felt something for Selene on that

I had too.