44. Alastair

Alastair

“Sexual compulsion.” I repeated the words in my head, mulling over the implications of such a curse. It was a twisted form of magic, one that left me perplexed as to why a witch would bestow such a cruel fate upon someone.

Julia seemed pleased by my silence, her fingers tracing patterns on the table as she continued to speak. "Whenever she nears her heat cycle, she'll fall sick without any apparent reason. Over time, her condition will worsen, and she'll experience the most intense sexual cravings, bordering on compulsion. It's not merely hypersexuality or OCSB—it's a craving that will drive her to the brink. If she doesn't find satisfaction that meets her desires, she'll die from the sheer frustration."

I tilted my head, processing the severity of the situation. "For her needs, I am enough," I asserted, my voice firm as I acknowledged the depths of my bond with Chelsea. "You've been helpful. Thank you."

Ryle's chuckle filled the room, and I watched as Julia's eyes darkened ev