The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: When the World Stopped

The moment shattered. With a sound like thunder tearing through the clouds, the rogues lunged from all sides. It was chaos.

Fangs gleamed in the dying light, claws scraped against the earth, and snarls filled the forest like a storm that had finally broken free.

Selene stumbled backward on instinct, the dagger trembling in her grip as bodies clashed before her. Kael’s massive black wolf slammed into the first attacker with bone-crunching force, sending it sprawling into the underbrush.

Luca was filled with pure rage, his crimson-hazed wolf eyes tearing through flesh without hesitation.

Aeron fought like a demon unleashed—graceful and merciless, his fury sharpened by something rageful and possessive.

And Lucian, wounded but unwavering, stood like a wall between her and the monsters, blood still dripping from his chest as he fought whoever dared to approach her, his strength refusing to falter.

But there were too many.

Dozens turned into scores. Rogues poured from the shadows, from the trees, from the choking mist—more than they could hold back.

And some...still slipped through.

Selene’s eyes widened as two rogues broke the line of defense, barreling toward her. She backed away, her breath catching in her throat, her heart racing so loud it drowned out everything else.

She tried to run.

But she wasn’t fast enough.

One of them reached her.

Rough claws slashed through the air, catching her by the arm, tearing through skin. She screamed, falling backward as another lunged at her—but before it could reach her, Lucian’s wolf crashed into it, sending it skidding across the blood-soaked forest floor.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

cold and vicious grabbed her

rogue—larger than the others, eyes wild with madness—snatched her like she weighed nothing. She kicked and screamed, thrashing with all the strength her fragile body had left, but his grip

cracking,

the rogue

direction, with his fangs digging deeper in her

others froze for a single breath. Then they lost their

"SELEEEENE!"

trees like a war cry, his wolf exploding forward with lethal

her, his fury blinding, his massive form crashing through anything that dared block his

deeper than rage—something

the rogues were

a wall of bodies between them and the running figure who held

from both sides, but neither

desperate, the kind of scream that was filled

rogue ran deeper into the

nightmare, not caring how many they had to kill, not caring if they bled or broke—because the only thing that

Blood soaked the earth.

and the cries of the dying echoed through

of

not the rogue wolves falling

ahead of them...Selene

trees, bounding over rocks and roots with inhuman speed. His grip on her was brutal, fangs digging into her waist as she fought and screamed and thrashed

hoarse, eyes wild with terror. Her nails clawed at the rogue’s arm, her legs kicking against the wind, but nothing worked. She was trapped. Dragged through the forest like a lifeless doll in the

behind them, hell

as he lunged over fallen logs, leapt