<h4>Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Cyrus has gone mad</h4>


    Selene’s POV~


    When I returned to the omega quarters, I searched the small room, but Sara was not there. Her nkety 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 exin 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?


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    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, ming 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?


    And what about all the words I had once heard, the stories whispered by others? That no matter how cruel the world was, your mate would always stand by your side. That if your mate turned against you, then the world would cease to exist.


    If that was true, then what sin had Imitted? What crime had Imitted that was so unforgivable that my mate had be the hand of my torment?


    My knees buckled. My breath came ragged. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, but nothing helped. My control was slipping.


    I could not let it break me.


    I needed to cool down.


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


    I stepped beneath the shower.


    Cold water poured over me in heavy streams. I closed my eyes and let it drench me, let it wash away the fatigue, the fear, and the heat boiling under my skin. Drops slid down my hair, my face, and my trembling shoulders.


    I 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 storm in my chest slow, even if just for a moment.


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    Sara’s POV~


    Her back was pressed to the 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 thought her knees would give out.


    The man leaned closer, his breath steady even as hers broke in quick gasps. His voice came low, calm, and almost gentle, but it only made her shiver more.


    "Don’t be afraid of me," he said. "I’m just asking... Was it youst night?"


    Her eyes widened. She swallowed hard, but no words came at first. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision. Finally, her lips moved, and her voice slipped out small and weak.


    "M-Mister... You’re scaring me." Her words shook. "Why are you so close? We... we could talk freely too."


    Her back dug into the wall as if she wanted to melt into it. She leaned so far away that even the edge of his shirt did not brush against her. She would rather turn to stone than cross that line of touch.


    But he did not move back.


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


    Sara’s heart skipped and then hammered so fast it hurt. Panic shed across her face. She squeezed her eyes shut and suddenly shouted, "My mommy said... keep distance from men like you!"


    Cyrus froze for a second. His jaw tightened. A muscle twitched in his cheek. He felt his nerves twitch, his patience stretched thin at her words. What kind of girl was this?


    "Men like him... What is the problem with him?"


    His wolf pressed at the edge of his control, restless, pushing to pour its aura over her, to make her bend, to make her speak the truth. But Cyrus clenched his fists against the wall instead. He could not do that to her. What if she was the girl fromst night? Then wouldn’t it be like kicking his own foot?


    He tried everything other than force, but still, she was not answering. She kept dodging. She kept trembling like a frightened rabbit, her big eyes looking everywhere but at him.


    His voice dropped even lower, harder now, though he tried to hold his calm.


    "Stop running from my question. Was it you? Tell me the truth."


    But Sara, in her own panic, blurted out nonsense just to distract him.


    "You... you should eat more vegetables," she said in a rush. "Your face looks too stern. That’s why you scare people!"


    Cyrus blinked at her, utterly thrown. "What?"


    She nodded quickly, biting her lip. "Y-Yes! If you smile more, you won’t look so... so scary. See? Then people won’t mistake you for a bad man."


    Her hands twisted in her skirt. She dared to nce up at him for only a second before looking down again. "So, um... now can I go? I really don’t know what you are talking about."


    Cyrus closed his eyes for a brief moment, dragging in a sharp breath. This girl was driving him mad.


    Damn, is she really as innocent as she was portraying, or is she just a cunning girl, using her tears to distract him?


    Huh! Damn, he wanted to punch the wall to vent out his frustration... and wanted to silence his wolf, who was howling inside his mind to get the answer from her.