The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Untamed Desires - II

Kieran’s POV~

Her forehead burned so hot that it almost scorched my palm. I pulled back, staring at my hand, then quickly reached for the drawer beside the bed. My fingers found the thermometer, and I pressed it against her. When the numbers flashed, my heart nearly stopped.

A hundred and four degrees.

I froze, staring at it again as if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but the number did not change. My chest tightened, and my stomach knotted. Why is she so hot? Does she have a fever?

Panic clawed at me. Something was very wrong. I had to call someone. I had to bring help. My hands shook as I reached for my phone, my mind already racing toward the name of a doctor I could trust.

But just as I was about to press the number, my hand went stiff. Something stopped me as my hand was suddenly grabbed. I turned back, and in an instant my heart stuttered in my chest.

Her eyes were open.

They were foggy, glassy, and shimmering with unshed tears. She was staring right at me, and the look in her eyes pierced straight through me. It was pitiful and helpless. I had never seen Selene like this, not once. And the sight made my throat ache.

Her lips parted, and she murmured something so faint I almost thought I imagined it. I leaned closer, my ear brushing against her trembling mouth, desperate to catch her words.

"Don’t... call doctor... I’m fine..."

Her voice was so weak, her breath shaky, and the sound of her lips brushing my ear sent a shiver racing down my spine. My whole body jolted, shuddering as if I had been struck.

Even the places where her skin touched mine made me restless, made my breath stumble.

My voice came out hoarse, filled with

lips shut so tightly that blood welled from her

and I quickly reached to stop her, slipping my fingers gently between her lips, coaxing her

were soft against my skin, trembling, and the pain in her eyes cut through me deeper

as I brushed the blood away with my thumb, watching helplessly as her lashes

hair and soaking the pillow beneath her. I reached to wipe it, my hand brushing the corner of her eye gently, but then

a graze. But it

what I was doing, my face was lowering, inch by inch, drawn toward her. Her pitiful eyes held me captive, foggy

scattered. My chest heaved. My body burned

that this wasn’t normal. It felt like—no, it looked like—one of those cursed cycles that she-wolves went

seeing the plea in them, feeling her breath against my skin, all my reason slipped away. My mind drowned, my

on mine, and for a moment the world around us blurred away. I could not think of anything else, not the

fingers reached for me, brushing over my hand first, then moving slowly up

made my chest ache. Then her lips parted, and her broken voice slipped

"Please... help me."

body. I felt like a bastard for thinking about her like this; she was already in such a pitiful condition, but my heart was screaming to claim her, make

my throat. Heat rushed into me, so fierce it made

shirt, instinct broke through me. I

I said with a hoarse voice,

she only whimpered, soft, pitiful sounds that shattered me, like I was bullying her and denying her right. Her body shifted restlessly,

help me... it hurts so