The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: My Heat Cycle

Selene’s POV~

The steering wheel felt hot under my palms, or maybe it was only me. I wasn’t sure anymore. The air in the car was thick and heavy, pressing against my skin until I could hardly breathe.

My breath came out ragged, too fast, and too shallow, and no matter how many times I tried to calm myself, it just wouldn’t slow down.

My whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out, like a fire had been lit under my skin and was spreading fast, leaving me restless and aching in ways I did not want to admit.

The road ahead blurred in and out of focus, my eyes stinging with sweat, my mind slipping like it was caught in a fog. I cursed under my breath again and again, but it didn’t help. My chest tightened, my throat felt dry, and I knew something was wrong with me. Terribly wrong.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I never thought it would come so soon. The flood I had dreaded, the one thing I had always pushed to the back of my mind, was here. My heat cycle.

I had left Witch Mother’s house only hours ago. Her words were still echoing inside my head, but now they felt distant compared to the storm clawing through me.

After leaving her home, I had gone with the trio—Sara, Rael, and Aswin—to meet the witches we had rescued that day. Yes, it was true; the trio had also rescued witches that day. They had not come empty-handed, and I knew this thing was definitely setting a fire under those mutts.

And for the first time in so long, I had felt like something good had actually been done. I had smiled at their faces. They were pale and tired but alive. I had even let myself breathe a little easier, thinking maybe, just maybe, there was still hope left.

the hope started slipping. The heat hit me like a wave,

could taste blood on my lip where I had bitten it, trying to

me harder than the sweat running down my face. This was

my body betraying me, aching for something I refused to name. The car

on the sound of the engine humming steady and low, but all I could

breaking, barely a sound in the

this again?" The heat cycle was supposed to be common, yes,

the heat cycle would come stronger and more often, almost demanding that you mark each other, demanding that you give

like an unsealed wound, this was already the third time in a year. Twice

rose and fell too quickly, and my body trembled with the heat rolling under my skin. I bit down on my lip until it hurt, but no pain could push away the restless ache spreading

was a witch. Witches did not go into heat cycles.

me. What if... what if I wasn’t only a witch? What if part of me carried the blood

had was the power in me, the proof that at least one of them had been witch-born. But what

made my stomach twist, but at the same time, it explained everything. If I did carry even a trace of wolf blood, then this heat cycle, this unbearable heat,

out another curse and pressed the accelerator harder, the car surging forward down the empty road. My heart was racing, my palms slick with sweat. I knew one thing—I couldn’t

already, telling them I had something to do, taking the car alone. If they saw me like