The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: The Man From That Night

The moment Selene saw that man’s face, her chest tightened. Her mind spun, and before she could stop it, the past came flooding back.

That night.

She was only a girl back then, sitting on the cold floor outside her mother’s room. Tears streamed down her face as her mother’s muffled cries reached her through the walls.

She tried again and again to push the door open, but the omegas standing guard stopped her every time. They grabbed her arms, dragged her back, and told her to stay quiet.

Still, she fought and begged.

"Please, let me see my mother! Please!"

They didn’t listen. They pushed her down so hard that her knees bruised, and one even slapped her when she wouldn’t stop crying.

Inside, her mother’s voice broke in pain. Outside, Selene’s tiny body shook as she sobbed, helpless.

And then came the sound of footsteps.

Alpha Eirik walked down the hall, laughing, and beside him walked the same man Selene had just seen in the meeting hall. They were laughing together, while her mother was experiencing hell.

"Eirik," the man said with a greedy tone, "you’re the luckiest of them all. To have such a woman... it’s no wonder you’re getting so powerful. I swear, if I had her in my bed, I’d never let her go."

Alpha Eirik laughed darkly, and the man leaned closer, whispering but loud enough for Selene to hear.

can’t wait to

as she

"Take your turn. I’ve had enough of her for now. Do as

eyes gleamed. He laughed, not even bothering to hide his dirty thoughts. "Then tonight,

screamed and begged them not to go inside, but the omegas

before the door closed, the man looked straight at

manner, making her entire body shudder as if he were

grin. "She’s beautiful too. I wonder how she’ll taste when she grows up. Maybe even

froze. Even now, remembering it, bile

impatient tone. "Leave

was only joking. I won’t

And then they entered.

Selene’s memory. She had thrown herself against it, pounding her fists until

she heard was laughter

to get away and maybe find some rescue. But whenever she tried to escape, the omegas stopped her. When she tried to shout, they beat her until she

if she stayed still and quiet, maybe they would stop hurting her mother. So she obeyed, trembling, her tears soaking her clothes as she sat

Nothing she did could save

dragged on, filled with sounds that would

broken her. That man—his words, his laugh, his greedy eyes—had carved himself into her

council’s name. Acting like he was noble, when all she

made her dizzy. In her mind, she killed him again and

her ears. The screams, the begging. Selene’s own

stolen everything from