The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Cyrus has gone mad

Selene’s POV~

When I returned to the omega quarters, I searched the small room, but Sara was not there. Her blanket lay folded, her shoes missing. She must have gone somewhere.

For a moment, I just stood in the middle of the room, staring at the empty space where she should have been. A strange relief spread through me. I was grateful. I was not in the right mind to see her, let alone explain why my hands shook and why my chest still burned as if I had swallowed fire.

My body felt heavy. My veins carried heat instead of blood. Fear clung to me like a second skin—fear of the future, fear of what would happen if they discovered me. Could I fight those four dangerous alphas on my own? Or would I break, fall to my knees, and surrender to them?

The thought twisted my stomach.

They had not sensed it. The enchanted bracelet had hidden me well. They could not smell the truth. They could not feel the mate bond. But I... I could not hide from myself.

With every breath I had taken in that hall, their scent filled me. It was still inside me now, carved deep in my lungs, burning me alive.

I had tried. God knows I had tried for the past year. I had forced myself to be strong, to keep my head down, and to bury my feelings. But there was one thing I had never been able to control—this cursed bond.

Or maybe it was not even the bond. Maybe it was just me. Maybe I was weak and pathetic, blaming something I did not understand because I could not control my own heart.

Because even now—after everything, after every wound, every scar—my heart still beat like it wanted to leap out of my chest the moment their eyes found me. And my mind, desperate and stubborn, denied it again and again.

Was this bond truly so strong that it could erase everything else? That it could make me forget my pain, my suffering, and my anger?

what about all the words I had once heard, the stories whispered by others? That no matter how cruel the world was, your

sin had I committed? What crime had I committed that was so unforgivable that my mate had

trembling hand to my chest, but nothing helped. My control was

could not let

to

inside, I pulled at

beneath

I closed my eyes and let it drench me, let it wash away the fatigue,

my forehead against the wall and let the water keep falling. Only then did I feel the

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Sara’s POV~

move an inch. His arms were on either side of her, trapping her in. The shadow of his body loomed over her, and she trembled so hard she thought her knees

closer, his breath steady even as hers broke in quick gasps. His voice came low, calm, and

of me," he said. "I’m

hard, but no words came at first. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision. Finally, her

me." Her words shook. "Why are you so close? We... we could talk

wanted to melt into it. She leaned so far away that even the edge of his shirt

he did

closing what little air

heart skipped and then hammered so fast it hurt. Panic flashed across her face. She squeezed her eyes shut and suddenly shouted, "My

tightened. A muscle twitched in his cheek. He felt his nerves twitch, his patience stretched thin at her words. What kind of girl was