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.

something cold and vicious grabbed her from

with madness—snatched her like she weighed nothing. She kicked and

ME GO!" She cried, voice cracking,

the rogue didn’t

other direction, with his fangs digging

others froze for a single breath.

"SELEEEENE!"

voice roared through the trees like a war cry, his wolf exploding

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

than rage—something that felt

rogues were

of bodies between them and the running figure who held

both sides, but

and desperate, the kind of scream that

the woods. Away from everything—and

battlefield like devils from a nightmare, not caring how many they

Blood soaked the earth.

the dying echoed through the forest

of it

pain, not the wounds, not the rogue

of them...Selene was

inhuman speed. His grip on her was brutal, fangs digging into her waist as

the rogue’s arm, her legs kicking against the wind, but

behind them,

glowing amber, a silent snarl splitting his face as he lunged over fallen logs, leapt through broken branches, and slaughtered any rogue