The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: The Curse

Kieran’s POV~

After bringing her back safely to the room and changing her into dry clothes, I dared not linger there. I knew the most critical time had already passed, and she would be fine.

With this thought, I walked back to my room in my soaking clothes. I needed to change and take a shower.

After freezing in the stream for hours, my bones had completely frozen. It would not have much impact on Selene, but for me, it had chilled me to the core.

Even my breathing was labored. I am not a werewolf, who has strong healing abilities, nor a witch, who can heal themselves.

Even I don’t know what I am.

As I reached my room, I headed straight to the shower, stripping off all my clothes and the mask I always wore—even when I was alone. Letting the warm water run over me, I felt the chill inside my body begin to fade.

I clenched my eyes shut as old memories streamed through my mind. Selene must not remember me as that skinny boy, malnourished to the point that I had to take deep breaths just to keep up with her when we played.

been the only joy in my dull life, the little tyrant whose bullying somehow brought

knew who my parents were. Being weak from birth, I was despised by the entire pack.

own parents by being born. From their sneers and cruel words,

one ever told me the truth. With the label of "cursed," no one was willing to speak to me...let alone tell me

myself it was only their way of bullying me. At least, until the

And for the first time, I wondered if maybe they were right. Maybe I really was cursed. From the moment that glaring black mark marred my skin, making me look like a monster, my life changed. I

had died instead of being born. I almost gave up on life, not even

claws

a beam of light in the darkness,

me as I drifted in and out of consciousness. When I opened my eyes, I saw her there. She smiled at

in warmth, a soothing presence that seeped into my body

whisper again, "Don’t worry, my child. It will not spread further. I cannot fully

feeding me small pieces of food. When I was strong enough to open my eyes fully, I

Through my tears, I asked, "What

for everything, my child. Don’t lose hope. You have fought so