The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: No matter the cost.

The night was quiet, the kind of silence that felt almost too heavy. Selene lay curled on her bed, the covers drawn up, but her sleep was restless.

Her mind replayed the moments from her past...her mother...her childhood and when she met them. Her past was hunting her once again, finding herself back in the time when Alpha Eirik would torture her.

But then...something changed.

Her body tensed, her breath catching as if some unseen weight pressed into the air around her. Slowly, a strange sensation swept through her, prickling across her skin. It felt like someone... or something... was standing right beside her bed, watching.

Her eyes fluttered, half awake, half asleep, caught between dream and reality. And then she felt it—a warmth, so near, so close, as though a body leaned over hers. A soft heat brushed against her cheek, like a breath, steady and calm.

Her heart stuttered. She should have been afraid and should have pulled away. But instead, something inside her loosened. That warmth wasn’t threatening. It was soothing, familiar in a way she couldn’t explain.

Her body moved before her mind could think—her arms stretched out, searching, and she wrapped herself around it. It was there, warm and solid. Her cheek pressed against something that felt both strong and strangely soft, almost fluffy, like fur against her skin.

And instantly, all her restlessness faded.

The tension in her body melted away as if washed by invisible hands. Her heartbeat slowed, her breath evened, and her senses calmed in a way she hadn’t known in years.

Every nerve, every ache that had burned through her since yesterday, quieted under that warmth.

She clung to it tighter, burying herself in that strange comfort. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

For the first time in so long, she felt safe...so safe it frightened her. Safe enough that she wished she could stay like this forever, lost in this warmth, drifting into an endless sleep where nothing could hurt her anymore.

Her fingers curled, holding onto it with desperation. She wanted it closer and wanted it never to leave. And then, with that thought, sleep dragged her under, deep and heavy.

***

Morning.

soft light from the window, the

searching, expecting...something. But there

her side. The

thump. She sat up, her fingers brushing over the sheets. They were cool. No

Had she dreamed it?

wasn’t the type

the breath, and the feeling of fur against her skin. It

here she was,

against her temples as she let out a

kissed Kieran, losing her senses completely. Now this? Hugging something in the night that didn’t even exist? Was she

made her want to laugh and cry at once. She shook her head, almost scolding

herself spiral.

and crossed to the bathroom. A long bath—that was what

her head, to drown out this madness. She needed the water to cool her skin, to wash away this lingering warmth that clung to

eyes shadowed, but there was still that faint blush, as if

Ashamed. And somewhere, deep down,

"What is happening to

she realized whateverthis madness is, she has to get out of this; her goal

eyes were calm once again, devoid of

darkened

there, hidden deep inside the werewolf community, was the

who had given them power and knowledge they should have never

never able to rise again. Their freedom would always be crushed under the claws of the

Selene clenched her fists.

to

who that witch

openly. Her identity must have been buried carefully, known only to the highest