The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: When the Moon Weeps

"Ahh," I woke up with a gasp, taking deep breaths to calm my frantic heartbeat. My entire chest ached, like someone had ripped my heart apart and then roughly pieced it back together.

After several deep breaths, I realized it had only been a dream...my most feared dream. Why did I dream it again after so many years? Why did it replay the worst day of my life and my mother’s?

I wanted so badly to remember her, to dream of her...my sweet mother, who had once gently cradled me to sleep and always played with me.

But not this scene. Not this nightmare. My trauma... I never wanted to see it again.

I felt like I had been dragged back to that day, the day I lost everything and witnessed my mother being cruelly abused in front of me. Her endless cries echoed through the night, and I had been forced to listen, helpless.

No... no... A scream ripped from my throat. Unknowingly, I grabbed the bedside lamp and hurled it against the wall, screaming, "No! Mother!"

"Selene will protect you. She will become stronger and take you away from him—the bastard who made you hate yourself. Mother, you have to wait for me... Mother, don’t leave me!" I sobbed with each word.

had whispered in the past to my mother, begging her not to leave me alone in the world. I wished I had been stronger that day. I hated that I had

sorry. She couldn’t protect

my fault. I was the weak one who

no longer felt right. I found myself pulled back to the day I lost her, curling my hands around my

and wondered—if I had never been born, would she have been spared? Would she never have had to make

fault... If I had not been born, perhaps my mother would never have endured the humiliation, torture, and

still alive so I could rip him apart with my own hands and drink his blood. But

him and tear him apart for giving my mother so much pain. It was because of him that I had come into this world,

no longer the helpless child who could not protect you. Now she is strong.

who had had a hand in torturing you in the past, I would dig them out of the earth and let them die a cruel

everywhere inside me. I screamed in frustration and kicked the pillow with all my might... But soon I realized that nothing I did

more, until my entire face was wet. My helpless body collapsed onto the bed. I hugged the pillow and cried, letting every sound escape. I knew that if I didn’t, I would lose myself to grief. It was my only way to release it, to calm down enough to plan a grave for all those alphas who

helping the coven to find witches, but I have a selfish desire hidden beneath it all...my desire to avenge my mother and kill all