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 worry

lips shut so tightly that blood welled from her soft lips,

chest twisted at the sight, and I quickly reached to stop her, slipping my fingers gently

skin, trembling, and the pain in her eyes cut through me deeper

blood away with my thumb, watching helplessly as her

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

But it sent another jolt through me, stealing the air from my

my face was lowering, inch by inch, drawn toward her. Her pitiful eyes held me captive, foggy but fixed on me, begging for something

heaved. My body burned with a heat that was not

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

in them, feeling her breath against my skin, all my reason slipped away. My mind drowned, my body trembled, and

not think of anything else, not the danger, not the rules, not even myself. Just her. Selene’s eyes shimmered with tears, begging me without

for me, brushing over my hand first, then moving slowly up to my face and tracing the mask I

fragile, it made my chest ache. Then her

"Please... help me."

her like this; she was already

from my face, down my body, then back up to my throat. Heat rushed into me, so fierce it made my pulse thunder against

tugged at the hem of my shirt, instinct broke through me. I caught her wrist gently but firmly, stopping

hoarse voice, "you’re not in your

she only whimpered, soft, pitiful sounds that shattered me, like I was bullying her and denying

it hurts