Alpha Twins And Their Hybrid Mate novel Chapter 120

“Your time is over,” I declared, channeling my magic into a beam of light that surged toward her. “You will not take any more lives!”

The witch snarled, deflecting my attack with a flick of her wrist, but I pressed on, determined. “You may control some of them, but we’re not going to stand by and let you destroy anyone else!”

As I focused my energy, Nathan and Tristan flanked me, their own powers merging with mine. Together, we formed a barrier of light that pulsed with our combined strength, pushing against the darkness that surrounded the altar.

“Keep fighting!” Nathan shouted to the other werewolves. “You’re stronger than this! Fight her control!”

Tristan's voice rose above the chaos. “You are not alone! We will break this curse together!”

The tide began to turn as the werewolves around us, sensing the collective strength of our determination, broke free from their fear. Their eyes cleared, and they started to shake off the witch’s influence, one by one.

“No! You can’t do this!” the witch screeched, her voice shrill with desperation.

But it was too late. The energy we had created surged forward, engulfing her in a radiant glow that cut through the shadows.

“Your magic is nothing compared to our bond,” I shouted, pouring every ounce of my power into our attack.

With one final push, the light exploded from us, a wave of purity that washed over the altar. The witch shrieked, her form dissolving into shadows as the energy consumed her.

The darkness shattered, scattering like smoke in the wind. In the aftermath, silence fell over the altar, punctuated only by the labored breaths of the werewolves as they regained their senses.

As the last remnants of her magic faded, I felt the weight lift from my shoulders. We had done it. Together, we had defeated the witch, her hold over the werewolves finally broken.

The air was still heavy with exhaustion, but I turned to Nathan and Tristan, tears of relief in my eyes. “We did it.”

They nodded, their faces reflecting the same sense of accomplishment. We had fought against the darkness and emerged victorious. The witch was gone, and we could finally reclaim our lives and our pack.

But even as we celebrated, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our journey was far from over. The cost had been high, and the scars of this battle would remain with us. Yet I knew that as long as we stood together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the remnants of the witch's dark magic dissipated into the night, a profound silence enveloped the altar. The echoes of the battle faded, leaving behind an air thick with a mixture of relief and disbelief. We stood together—Nathan, Tristan, and I—breathing heavily, the adrenaline still coursing through our veins.

“Is it really over?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The question hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty.

Nathan squeezed my hand tightly, his eyes searching mine. “I think so. But we can’t let our guard down just yet.”

Tristan nodded in agreement. “Let’s check the entire altar. We need to make sure there are no remnants of her magic, no hidden threats left.”