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?

no matter how cruel the world was, your mate would always stand by your side. That if your mate turned against you,

what sin had I committed? What crime had I committed that was

came ragged. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, but

let it break

needed to

moment I stepped inside, I pulled at my clothes with shaking hands, stripping everything away until I

stepped beneath

the fatigue, the fear, and the heat boiling under my skin. Drops slid down my hair, my face, and my

wall and let the water keep falling. Only then did I feel the smallest breath of relief. Only then did the storm

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Sara’s POV~

arms were on either side of her, trapping her in. The shadow of his body

quick gasps. His

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

at the corners of

are you

even the edge of his shirt did not brush against her. She would rather turn to stone

he did not move

leaned closer, closing what

hurt. Panic flashed across her face. She squeezed her

A muscle twitched in his cheek. He felt his