The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: My Traitorous Body

Selene’s POV~

The house was perfectly dark when I stepped inside. I reached for the switch by the door, and the light flickered on, pale and steady, chasing the darkness back into the corners. The silence felt thick, pressing against my ears, but it was better than the noise of the world outside.

My body was still trembling, my breath uneven, and the fog in my mind had grown heavier. It was getting harder to focus, harder to see clearly, like my eyes were covered in a thin veil. I knew it would only get worse, so I had to prepare myself before the cycle swallowed me completely.

The first thing I did was lock the door and check it twice to make sure no one could come in. I couldn’t take the risk. Not in this state.

Then I headed straight for the kitchen. My legs felt weak, my hands shaky, but I forced myself to move quickly, pulling open the cupboards, the drawers, and the fridge. I didn’t need anything heavy, nothing that would take time to cook.

I only grabbed what I knew I would need—whatever was easy to reach—and bottles of water that would be my emergency ration. I didn’t trust myself to step outside once the heat took over, so I had to keep everything close, right where I could reach it easily.

Carrying the things in my arms, I made my way through the quiet hall until I found the guest room. It was simple, clean, and empty, and that was enough. I stepped inside and locked that door too.

The air inside felt cooler, and I set all the food and bottles on the bedside table, arranging them quickly before my hands started to tremble again.

My throat was dry, my chest still burning, but I told myself it was fine. I had what I needed. I could stay here. I could hide here until it passed.

body felt too heavy, too restless. I pulled off my clothes one

like salvation to me. I turned on the tap, filling it

skin was already damp with sweat, and the steam of my own body heat made the air thick.

a sharp breath, almost a gasp. The cold wrapped around me, but in seconds it began to

their own. The ache in me didn’t vanish, but for the first time it softened. The restless fire dulled, just a little, and I felt my muscles loosen

started losing its goodness. It should have numbed me, but instead it steamed against my skin, turning lukewarm in seconds as though

soothed me was swallowed up, leaving only more heat, more burning,

into the tub, gripping the edges until my knuckles turned white, but the desire crawling through me did not

came in ragged gasps, and the tears stung behind my eyes. I wanted to

was too much. Too heavy. Too consuming. My body felt like it was losing itself, like it was

again with ice-cold streams, again and again, desperate to quench the

my wet hair clinging to my face and bare shoulders, my chest rising

bit into my palms, trying to hold myself together, but the truth echoed

my veins. I hated this. I hated how my body begged for something, anything, to

had found a way to endure, a way to make

deny it, to refuse, but deep down I knew I had no choice. If I didn’t release this fire,