The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 : The Past - III

There he was...Alpha Eirik, her father and the Alpha of Moonveil Pack. He was standing over her mother, the Luna of the pack, with his whip raised high, ready to strike her at any moment.

Selene flinched as another whip landed on her mother, tearing the flesh away. Her mother tried to shield herself, tried to curl away, but it was useless. Each whip landed on her skin, tearing it away and drawing blood with each strike.

Her mother even tried to muffle her scream so it would not be loud. Selene knew her mother was doing this because she did not want her to hear, but it was too late.

"You ungrateful bitch! I have given you everything! I have raised you from that pit, and you dare defy me?!" Her father shouted with full rage, his words filled with disgust, like he was looking at a pest beneath his boots. "You slut! You should have stayed where you belonged! I should have left you to rot, to whore yourself in that place!"

He kicked her mother hard, sending her sprawling across the floor. Then he struck her with the whip again, over and over, each lash leaving deep red marks. Now even her clothes were torn apart, showing the ruthless marks on her.

Blood started dripping from her lips as he hit her face, staining her pale skin with crimson red. He grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the wall, his eyes burning with hatred and madness like he had completely lost himself to the madness, even behaving like a rogue.

Her mother tried to fight back with words. "I have already paid you enough! Have mercy, Eirik! You are already powerful; what more do you want?!"

But he only roared louder and struck her again. "You will learn, you worthless whore! You belong to me, and I will break you! I will make you remember who rules here!"

He struck her mother across her chest, her arms, and her legs, leaving her bruised and bleeding. He kicked her stomach, forcing her to her knees, then pulled her up by the hair and swung the whip at her back again. Selene could hardly breathe. She was so stunned that she even forgot to breathe. Every scream her mother let out felt like a knife inside Selene’s small heart.

to shield her mother. She tried to push him, to pull her mother away,

to strike him, to end this nightmare, but she was powerless. Her father, the man she had barely

father had always respected her mother and her, and

rage and fear. She had never felt such hatred, such a burning desire to

louder this time, with a choking voice. "Stop! Father! Stop it!"

Go! What are you doing here? Go back to your room!" Her mother screamed in panic. Her mother was helpless; she knew if Selene stayed here, it would only

Selene only cried harder. She clung to her mother, wrapping her tiny arms around her waist. "No, Mommy! I will not

trembling. "Please... don’t beat her!

to your room..." she said, tears streaming down her face. What hurt

only grew. His face darkened, and his voice thundered. "So your bastard daughter is here too! Now I will teach you both a lesson! You whore and your whoring daughter will remember me

it sounded bad and cruel, like the words she had heard people say about Kay. Her tiny voice shook. "Father... I’m sorry... Selene will listen to you... Selene won’t let you beat Mommy...

enraged him further. "You bastard, dirty spawn! Don’t call me Father! I am not your father! Who knows whose

She felt blood rush to her cheeks. She realized he was saying terrible things about her

mother screamed, "How can you talk like this, Eirik? She is

sharp sting

pain. She tried to push his hand away and tried to protect herself and her mother. But he backhanded her so hard that she almost