The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: The Weight of Survival

Luca's POV

| walked in silence, my boots carryingthrough the familiar corridors of the Alpha’s hall. Each step echoed

through the stone walls, but | paid no attention to the sound. My mind was a storm.

A mess of emotions and responsibilities | couldn't afford to ignore. | needed clarity, and for me, that only came

through structure—through control. The best way to quiet the storm was to drown myself in work.

| pushed open the doors to my personal office. The scent of parchment and aged wood hitlike home. The

long obsidian table stretched across the room with old maps and new plans scattered across it, corners curled,

stained with ink, sweat, and decisions made in blood. | sat down heavily at the head of the table and exhaled

slowly, willing the chaos insideto settle.

There was no room for distractions. Not now.

Not with everything we had to rebuild.

The Silver Dawn Pack had been broken, shattered by the war we waged to take back what was ours. We had won

—but winning did not feel like triumph. It felt like another burden. Another mountain to climb.

Our Silver Dawn Pack, once proud and vast, had been nearly wiped out. And now, thousands of Silver Dawn

wolves lived under our rule, most of them still uncertain if they were prisoners or family.

My brothers and | had made the decision the moment we seized the Crimson throne. We would not become

Alpha Eirik. We would not mimic the man who once wore the scold smile as he butchered our father.

Four years ago, things were different. We were eighteen. Young. Naive. Back then, we believed peace was

possible. Our father had spoken often of unity. He believed we could bridge the distance between our packs. That

one day, Crimson Fang and Silver Dawn could stand together.

Alpha Eirik played along with the illusion well.

He invited us—our entire family—to his territory for a celebration. | still remember the day. The sky had been

clear, the air warm with the scent of pine and river wind. We were supposed to discuss treaties and trade.

Strengthen bonds.

We brought no army, only a few of our most trusted guards, because we believed in diplomacy. My father

believed in diplomacy.

And Eirik repaid that trust with blood.

| was in the outer hall when the slaughter began.

By the t| reached the main chambers, the scent of blood was already everywhere—fresh and iron-thick. My

mother’s scream echoed through stone before it was abruptly cut off. When | saw her body, blood gushing out

from her throat, | couldn't move.

My father fought to his last breath, back to back with our captain of guards, trying to shield us.

We were forced to run.

We ran with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the scars burning into our memory. | still remember Kael's

voice screaming my name. Lucian’s breathing turning into sobs. Aeron bleeding from his shoulder but refusing to

fall behind.

It was our father’s Beta—Marek—who forced us to leave. He stayed behind to hold the line. Bought us enough

tto vanish into the woods, hunted like prey.

That day, we becghosts.

For four years, we disappeared from the world, hiding in outposts, abandoned dens, and rogue camps. We

trained. We hunted. We prepared.

At that time, The Silver Dawn Pack had been seized. Its lands were claimed, its people reduced to nothing more

than workers and livestock. Our warriors were branded as traitors. Our people lived like slaves.

And Eirik never branded them with the mark of a slave—not because he was merciful, but because he wanted

the illusion of dignity while stealing their souls.

Now, all of that is over.

Eirik is dead. His rule has ended. His legacy shattered beneath our hands. But the damage remains, etched into

the soil and the hearts of the people he used.

| rubbed my temples, staring down at the latest report from our border guards. It detailed the population status.

Five thousand now, out of what was once thirty thousand. Only five thousand remained.

So many of them are killed, starved and scattered. Shad simply stopped hoping. Others had disappeared

without a trace. The ruins of what once was a proud pack were now our burden to resurrect.

Merging the Crimson Fang and Silver Dawn packs wasn’t easy. We knew many of them still feared us—others

hated us. But | had made it clear from day one. This war was never against the omegas or the workers. This was

not a conquest for domination. This was retribution.

| did not hate the children who bowed their heads in fear when they passed me. | did not loathe the young

mothers who wept for sons they had lost on both sides. They deserved peace. They deserved a life better than

the scraps Eirik had fed them.

But peace didn’t build itself. And loyalty was never given freely.

It had to be earned.

That was why | stayed up every night

drawing maps of old Silver Dawn

territory. | reviewer very structure,

eyery bIKSh home, every waterline

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| arranged food distribution and

border patrols. | calculated for

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And yet...

Despite everything | had on my plate, my thoughts kept drifting back to her.

Selena.

The girl with alpha blood and broken

eyes. The girl we hated for what she

represented. The (Reggeroe

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Even now, the sound of her screaming attwisted something inside. | wanted to forget it. But | couldn't.

She had begged to be listened to. Begged for someone to believe her. And today, someone finally spoke up in

her defense.

| leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling, with tight jaw. Maybe | had misjudged her today. Or maybe |

was just tired of seeing enemies in every face. | didn’t know anymore.

What | did know was this:

| couldn’t afford to let emotion cloud my judgment. Not now. Not when so many lives rested on what | did next.

The pack needed to rise again.

And | would make sure it did....