The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Luca's POV

The halls stretched long and dim in front of me, but I barely noticed them as I walked with a rage boiling beneath my skin. My fists were clenched so tight that the pressure burned my knuckles.

Every servant I passed dropped their eyes and moved out of my way, sensing the storm in my expression. I didn't need to growl or snap orders. My anger was thick enough to choke them all.

Selena had stood in front of me like a creature resurrected from ashes, yelling like she had been the one wronged. She had spit at my feet, her voice torn and wild, accusing me of cruelty—me, the son of a woman she murdered.

She had screamed that I was a monster. She dared to twist the truth like that. If I were a monster, she wouldn't have had the chance to raise her voice, let alone scream in my face. She wouldn't be breathing.

Still, her words echoed in my head louder than I wanted to admit. The brokenness in her voice had cut deep. I told myself I didn't care, but the truth was I had seen something in her eyes—something I couldn't ignore.

She had been angry, yes, but it wasn't just rebellion. It wasn't pride. It was something deeper, darker. It was the kind of rage that only came from someone who had swallowed their pain for too long.

I couldn't understand it. Since the day we took her in, she hadn't made a sound. She didn't resist when we took her name. She didn't protest when we branded her. Not a word when we tossed her in the dirt and gave her nothing. Even when she cried during that first night in the slave quarters, she didn't scream.

Not like this. So what made her snap now? What could push her to beat omegas bloody in the middle of the courtyard? I knew she wasn't irrational. If she were, she would've caused chaos the moment she stepped into our territory.

My boots slammed against the stone as I entered the lower hall leading to the servant quarters. The courtyard was already in view, and even from a distance, I could see the chaos that still lingered from her explosion.

Tables were shattered. Tools were thrown around like debris in a storm. Blood stained the stone path, some of it hers, most of it not. It was the scene of something far worse than disobedience. It was personal.

The air shifted the moment I entered. Omegas froze in place, their eyes wide, their bodies shrinking like prey. The fear in the air was suffocating. But I wasn't here to tear them apart. I needed to know what happened. The facts.

The head maid wasn't among them. One of the others whispered that she had been taken to the healer after sustaining serious injuries. My jaw clenched, not because I pitied her—I didn't—but because I didn't know what the hell happened to cause such a collapse in order under my command. I didn't tolerate disorder.

I stepped into the center of the mess and turned toward the group, letting my gaze sweep across them. The fear was clear, but not a single one of them spoke. I had no time for silence.

"I want answers," I said, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Now. From the beginning. Not one lie. Not one detail left out."

When no one responded, I let the full weight of my Alpha voice ring out across the space.

"Speak."

The effect was immediate. One maid dropped to her knees, her face pale as she began to stammer something about Selena attacking her, about rebellion, about betrayal. She claimed Selena struck first...that she disobeyed the head maid and start beating her.

It was pathetic. Her eyes darted to the broken table behind me as though it would defend her.

Before I could even respond, a voice spoke up from the side.

"I saw everything, Alpha."

It came from a young male omega I vaguely recognized. He was small but steady, and though his hands trembled slightly, his voice didn't waver. He took a step forward, lowered his head in respect, and continued.

"The maid lied. She sent selene to your brother Lucian's chambers on purpose. She said it would bring her punishment and set an example. Selena didn't resist. She just did her work. She didn't fight until she was confronted again—cornered, actually. The maid screamed at her, threatened her. Tried to slap her. That was when Selena snapped."

His words settled into me like ice in my bloodstream.

"She caught the slap. She didn't hit first. She tried to defend herself. Then the head maid came. And she didn't listen either. She believed the lie. Ordered Selena to be dragged through the quarters and punished in front of everyone. Selena begged her to stop. She tried to explain. But no one believed her. But when head maid start talking bad about her mother, she lost all of her composure and start beating her like this."

There was a long silence after he finished. Everyone was watching me, waiting.

I turned my eyes to the maid who had lied. She had turned ghost white, and her legs were shaking beneath her. She opened her mouth to beg, but I didn't give her the chance.

"You will not return to Alpha Quarters," I said coldly. "You've lost your standing. From now on, you'll be assigned to the knights' barracks. You'll clean armor, stables, boots—everything. You'll be under strict supervision."

"No—Alpha, please—" she sobbed, falling at my feet. "Please, I didn't mean to—"

I didn't even look at her as I turned away. Her voice faded behind me.

My thoughts were a storm of questions I couldn't answer.

I had seen Selena's eyes earlier. The way she looked at me wasn't just fury—it was grief. A pain I had no right to ignore. And I hated that it unsettled me. I hated that part of me wondered if we had made a mistake.

No. I wasn't weak. I knew what she had done. I knew what she had taken from us.

But somehow, everything was becoming less clear.

And I didn't like it.