The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

That night at the Silver Dawn estate was the first time I was allowed to attend something real. I don't know the reason why did he brought me here, but i could not care less when it was like my dream come true.

After that Aeron had approached with a quiet grace and told me my posture was admirable for someone my age.

Kael had thrown teasing remarks my way, testing me, but I had matched him beat for beat with sharp replies. His grin widened with each exchange.

And Luca...stoic, cold had given me a single nod of approval. That one gesture felt like being knighted.

"You're different from the other pups," he'd said, voice rough but sincere.

I floated the rest of that evening. They were legends to me—warriors, heirs, brothers tied by blood and destiny. And me? Just a girl from a rival pack. Yet for a few fleeting hours, I felt truly alive after my mother died.

I went to bed that night dreaming of a future that could never exist.

Maybe, just maybe… one of them would remember me. Not as Eirik Moonveil's daughter, but as Selene.

But dreams are cruel things.

The next time I returned to their lands… everything was in ashes.

My father was dead. My people… gone. Our lands burned. Our name erased from history.

And I? I was dragged back in chains. Treated like a beast. Thrown in a cage and Branded like a slave.

Lucian didn't even look at me when they seared the mark into my skin

A sob ripped from my throat, and I buried my face into the sheets.

"They once praised me," I whispered, broken. "And now they treat me like I'm nothing."

I remembered the way Lucian's fingers had gently curled around mine. The way he had smiled at me—me. The way Aeron's voice had rumbled softly when he complimented my grace. The way Kael had laughed. The way Luca had seen me—really seen me—for who I was.

And now…

Now Lucian barked cruel orders. Now Aeron refused to meet my gaze. Now Kael looked at me with disgust. Now Luca… he didn't look at me at all.

My hands curled into fists, my knuckles turning white.

"Why did you gave me confidence..." I whispered, teeth clenched, "if you were always going to crush me?"

The pain was a tide that never stopped. It was relentless and I felt i might drowning in it.

Some days, I wished I had died with the others. That I hadn't survived. That I hadn't been spared—if this is what living meant.

I reached for the dry shirt and slowly dragged it over my head. It was too big. Smelled like dust and laundry powder. But it was dry.

The fabric scratched against my bruises. I winced, biting back a cry.

My legs wobbled as I stood and looked at the mirror.

The girl staring back wasn't me.

Swollen lip. Hollow cheeks. Red-rimmed eyes. My silver hair was tangled and limp. The red brand burned like a curse on my arm.

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(Author's pov)

Nest day, Selena was scrubbing the hallway floor just like yesterday. her assigned work was to clean the every part of the alpha quarters. She has to rub the every inch of floor while continuosly kneeling and after one hallway is complete she has to go on another hallway.

She was kneeling for hours, her knees were now bruised and raw, the coarse towel burning her skin with every pass—when the footsteps stopped beside her.

She didn't look up.

Looking up had consequences. She had learn this in juts few days.

"Hey," came the sharp voice of another omega maid. "Stop scrubbing here. Go clean that room."

Selena blinked and lifted her head slightly. The maid, a young wolf with sharp eyes and an impatient frown, gestured down the hallway to a large arched door framed with silver and dark wood.

Selena hesitated.

"That room?" she asked quietly.

The omega huffed. "Yes. Don't make me repeat myself. You've been dragging your feet all day."

"But the older maids said… we're not allowed in private rooms without permission."

The girl narrowed her eyes. "And I'm giving you permission now. Get moving."

Selena swallowed hard and rose on shaky legs. She didn't argue again.

There was no point.

She walked toward the massive door, every step making her skin itch. Her instincts screamed something was wrong. The air felt heavier here. The door alone looked more expensive than anything she'd ever owned.

Still, she entered.

And the moment she did, her breath caught.

This isn't a guest room.

This was a chamber of power.

Velvet drapes. Glass walls with views of the mountains. A carved desk large enough to seat three. Black and silver tones. The faint, familiar scent of cedar, leather, and—

She froze.

Cologne.

Her heart skipped. Her fingers trembled.

No. This can't be…

But it was too late.

The door behind her clicked shut.

Selena turned quickly, clutching the towel to her chest like it might protect her.

And then—

He stepped into view.

Lucian Duskdraven.

Her heart dropped.

It had been days...more than a week, since she had last seen him. Since the branding, after that she never met him.

But now here he was, standing in his own quarters, staring at her like the breath had been knocked out of his lungs.

His grey eyes widened for a moment, flickering with something unreadable.

Shock? Guilt? No. No—it's gone already.

It vanished beneath a cold, blank stare.

Selena took a slow step back. Her fingers gripped the towel harder.

"I—I was told to clean," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't know this room was yours, Alpha. I'll leave—"

"Stop."

His voice wasn't loud, but it froze her.

Selena obeyed. She couldn't move even if she wanted to.

Lucian walked slowly around her, eyes lingering on the fresh bruises on her knees, the way her oversized tunic hung off her shoulders. His gaze wasn't hungry.

It was haunted.

He had wanted to see her for days. Since that branding but he always held himself from visiting her. He hated how much he wanted to see her.

Because he remembered.

He remembered her soft laugh at thirteen.

He remembered her silver eyes filled with wonder.

He remembered her dancing with him at his birthday like she thought the world was beautiful.

And he remembered her expressionless and icy face, as his mother's life spilled across the floor four years ago..