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.

in the next heartbeat, something cold

She kicked and

cried, voice cracking,

the rogue

in the other direction, with his

a single breath. Then

"SELEEEENE!"

voice roared through the trees like a war cry, his wolf exploding forward with lethal speed,

savage, blood-curdling snarl and lunged after her, his fury blinding, his

by something deeper than rage—something that felt like pure

rogues

wall of bodies between them and the running figure

sides, but

through it all, Selene screamed again—high and desperate, the kind of scream that was

still, the rogue ran deeper into the woods. Away from

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

Blood soaked the earth.

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

none of it

the wounds, not the rogue wolves falling around them like

of them...Selene was being

like a creature possessed, weaving through the trees, bounding over rocks and roots with inhuman speed. His grip on her was brutal, fangs digging

voice hoarse, eyes wild with terror. Her nails clawed at the rogue’s arm, her legs kicking against the wind, but nothing worked.

them, hell

lunged over fallen logs, leapt through broken