The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas Chapter 27: Too Late to Save

Selene’s POV

I felt a touch...light and careful, brushing against my skin. It was not cruel or forceful but gentle in a way that made my body tense with confusion.

But my body didn’t understand.

I flinched before I could think, curling in on myself like a cornered animal. My arms wrapped tightly around my knees. Every part of scread, my chest tightening until I couldn’t breathe.

"No... please... don’t," I whispered; the words barely made a sound. My lips trembled. My eyes stayed shut. I didn’t want to open them. I didn’t want to see them again. I couldn’t.

Please... Moon goddess, please... Don’t be them.

"Shhh... It’s alright, girl. You’re safe now."

That voice...

It wasn’t sharp or filled with disgust. It didn’t drag across my ears like broken glass. It was warm and filled with kindness.

I felt a soft cloth gently wipe my cheek. The touch wasn’t forceful. It didn’t burn across my skin. It didn’t bruise. It was careful—so careful, like it was afraid I might shatter again.

I forced my eyes open.

And there she was.

It was Mariam, the head maid, and what shocked most was that the touch had co from her. I never imagined she was capable of such gentleness. She had always been poised and precise in her duties, her voice steady with command, and her presence firm and unshaken.

She looked older today. Not from ti, but from sorrow. Her eyes glistened with held-back tears, her lips trembling as she wiped away the dried blood from my arms. Her hands shook. I could tell she was trying to be strong for .

But I wasn’t strong.

Not anymore.

The mont I saw her, I don’t know why—but I broke.

A sound tore out of , filled with sadness and fear. My chest tightened as a loud sob escaped my lips.

I reached for her, needing sothing real to hold on to. My fingers barely brushed her arm, and I choked on the words.

"Mariam..." I whispered. "Did they... did they do it to ?"

Her hands froze.

For a mont, she couldn’t speak. I saw it in her eyes—rage, pain, helplessness. Then she dropped the cloth and gently cupped my cheeks, her thumbs brushing away the tears that wouldn’t stop.

"No, my sweet girl. No," she whispered, voice breaking. "You’re safe. Nothing happened. You can feel it, Selene. Nothing happened, baby."

I closed my eyes again, trembling. I reached inward—fear clawing at my stomach. But... she was right.

There was no pain there.

But the rest of was the proof of the humiliation I faced.

Bruises, finger marks, and welts along my thighs. My ribs ached, and my arms scread. My body rembered every place they had grabbed , every place they had shoved , hit , and held down like I was nothing.

And the mories ca back like fire.

They dragged into the corner of the room. Cold stone beneath . Their boots thudded around like I was an animal they had trapped.

I rember their eyes.

Gods, their eyes. They were hungry, cruel, and disgusting.

Like they were going to eat —like I was nothing more than at they wanted to devour, but only after toying with first, savoring the fear before the feast.

They laughed at my fear. They tore my clothes. One of them slapped hard across the face when I tried to pull away. Another grabbed my hair, shoving back down. My mouth filled with blood. My screams never ca out—they died in my throat.

"Stupid little princess," one of them sneered. "Let’s see how high you hold your chin now."

They kicked . Hit . Gripped so hard I thought my skin would tear. Their hands touched everywhere. Disgust poured through like poison.

I wasn’t a person.

I was sothing they wanted to ruin.

And I let them. Because I couldn’t move. I was frozen, locked in my own body, too terrified to even breathe.

I rember the mont I gave up.

I stopped fighting.

Stopped hoping.

Everything inside just... went quiet.

The last thing I rember was soone shouting. A loud and angry voice But by then... I was already gone.

I blacked out.

And now I hated him.

But more than anything—I hated myself.

For being too weak.

For not fighting.

For being so pathetic, I couldn’t even scream.

Mariam hushed softly, rocking in her arms as I cried until there was nothing left. My voice was raw. My face soaked with tears. My soul was already shattered.

She laid back on the bed with care, covering again with a soft sheet. She disappeared into the hallway, then returned with warm water and bandages. She cleaned my wounds gently, even though I flinched every ti she touched . She didn’t say anything about it.

She just... stayed.

And when she was done, she helped into a soft cotton dress. It was simple, pale blue, sothing light and clean.

She brushed the knots from my hair and the dried blood from my scalp. Then she placed a warm bowl of soup into my hands, whispering, "Just a little. Please, Selene."

I drank. I don’t know why. Maybe because her voice made feel like a child again. Like maybe I could be held together if soone else believed I could.

And when I finished, she kissed my forehead, pressed her hand to my cheek, and whispered, "Rest now. Everything will be fine tomorrow."

Then she left.

The door closed behind her with a soft click.

I lay there in silence, staring at the wall. My thoughts were a ss—like smoke in my head. I didn’t cry anymore.

I just stared—like a lifeless doll, frozen and empty, feeling hollow on the inside, as if everything that made human had been scraped away, leaving only silence where my soul used to be.

My fingers twisted into the hem of my dress. My heart beat, but it felt far away.

So part of was still there in that corner, still on that cold floor, surrounded by those eyes.

And no matter what Mariam said...

I didn’t feel safe.

I didn’t feel clean.

I didn’t feel like myself anymore.