The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Thecorridorwasdark.Selenemovedfast,barefootagainstthecoldstone,herheartthunderinginherchest.Shedidn’tknowhowthey’dgottensoclose,howhehad.Butthemomentsheturnedthecorner,hewasthere,andheslammedherbackagainstthewall.Hergaspwasmuffledbyaroughhandclampingoverhermouth.Theotherbracedbesideherheadashisbodycagedherscompletely.Heatrolledoffhimlikeafurnace.Hisscenthithernose,faintlyfamiliar.Likeburntcedar,coldsteel,andstorm.Heleanedin,hisvoicearaggedwhisperbyherear.“You’reSelene...mySelene.”Herbloodrancold.Herheartrebelledagainstherchest,tryingtoescape.“I’mnot,”shehissedthroughgrittedteeth.“You’remistaken.”Hisfingerstracedthecurveofherjawlikehewastryingtomemorizeit.“It’syou.I’dknowyoursouleveniftheworldburneditfromyourbones.”“You’remad,”shespat.Buthesuddenlydippedhismouthtokissherhard,toconfirmthatitwasreallyher.*SelenewasthedaughterofthecruelAlphawhoruledMoonveilthroughfear.Yearsago,hewipedoutanentirepackjusttorisetopower.Buthemadeonemistake...heleftbehindfourorphanedboys.ThoseboysreturnedasAlphas.Theyarestronger,colderandoutforrevenge.Theytookeverything...hisland,histitle,andfinally...hislife.Selenewasonlyseventeenatthetime.Shehadnoideawhatherfatherhaddone.Butthatdidn’tmatter.Tothem,shewasguiltybyblood.Theydidn’tkillher.No.Theydidsomethingworse.Theymarkedherasaslave.Intheirworld,evenomegashadrights.Slaveshadnone.Shebecamenothingmorethanproperty.ButSelenestillhadhope.Onhereighteenthbirthday,likeeverywerewolf,sheexpectedherwolftoawaken.Itwassupposedtobethestartofhernewlife.Instead,itturnedintoanightmare.Herwolfnevercame.Herbodyremainedcoldandsilent.Andthen…thebondappeared.Shewasmatedtoallfourofthem.TheveryAlphaswhohatedher.Theoneswhoownedher.ButthetruthisSelenewasneverawolftobeginwith.Asherbodywithersundertheweightofthebond,adarkertruthsurfaces.Sheisnotjustaslave…sheisthelastlivingwitch,bornoftheverybloodlinewerewolveshavehuntedforgenerations.Now,herenemieswearthemarkofhermates...Andthewitchtheythoughttheybrokemaybetheonewhoburnsthemall.