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 moment I stepped out of the house, the hope started slipping. The heat hit me like a wave, sudden and merciless, and now it was drowning

blood on my lip where I had bitten it, trying

me harder than the sweat running down my face. This was not supposed to

thought about it, the worse it became. I could feel my body betraying me, aching for something I refused to name. The car felt smaller and smaller, like the walls were closing in, and I

tried to focus on the road, on the lights passing by, and on the sound of the engine humming steady and low, but all I could hear was my own heartbeat pounding in

barely a sound in

was supposed to be common, yes, after reaching adulthood, and especially after finding

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

though we had not marked yet, even though that bond was still hanging between us like an unsealed wound, this was already the third time in

I bit down on my lip until it hurt, but no pain could push away the restless ache spreading through me. I was frustrated, more than frustrated—I was angry at myself, angry at my own body

not supposed to happen to me. I was a witch. Witches did not go into heat

the blood of a wolf?

that at least one of them had been witch-born. But what if the other hadn’t been?

did carry even a trace of wolf blood, then

forward down the empty road. My heart was racing, my palms slick with sweat. I knew one

when the others could easily find me. I had lied to them already, telling them I had something to do, taking