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.

heartbeat, something cold

she weighed nothing. She kicked and screamed, thrashing with all the strength her fragile body

cried, voice cracking,

rogue

with his fangs

single breath. Then they lost their

"SELEEEENE!"

his wolf exploding forward with

let out a savage, blood-curdling snarl and lunged after her, his fury blinding, his massive form crashing through anything that dared

more than men now, driven by something deeper than rage—something that

rogues were

forward, forming a wall of bodies between them

sides, but neither

all, Selene screamed again—high and desperate, the kind of scream that was filled with

deeper into the woods. Away from everything—and everyone—that could

alphas tore through the battlefield like devils from a 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.

air like thunder. Claws raked through flesh, and the cries of the dying echoed through the forest as the four alphas tore through everything

none of

wounds, not the rogue wolves falling around

ahead of them...Selene was being

inhuman speed. His grip on her was brutal, fangs digging into her waist as she fought and screamed and thrashed like a wild

terror. Her nails clawed at the rogue’s arm, her legs kicking against

them,

he lunged over