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?

by others? That no matter how cruel the world was, your

What crime had I committed that was so unforgivable that my mate had become the hand of my

knees buckled. My breath came ragged. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest,

could not let

needed to cool

dragged myself toward the bathroom. My steps were uneven. The moment I stepped inside, I pulled at my clothes with shaking hands, stripping everything

stepped beneath the

it wash away the

pressed my forehead against the wall and let the water keep falling. Only then did I feel the smallest breath of relief. Only then did the

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Sara’s POV~

cold wall. She could not 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

His voice came low, calm, and almost gentle,

of me," he said. "I’m just asking... Was it you last

the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision. Finally, her lips moved, and her

words shook. "Why are you so close?

the edge of his shirt did

he did not move

his body leaned closer, closing what little air was left between

so fast it hurt. Panic flashed across her face. She squeezed her eyes shut and suddenly

cheek. He felt