The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Chapter 330 Fighting The Ogres 2
He had already drawn blood, and even with their simple minds, the ogres instinctively recognized him as the most dangerous opponent on the battlefield.

The three ogres focused their attacks entirely on Zion, refusing to let him draw any closer.

“Zion… are you okay?” Addison called out as she rushed toward him. She quickly scanned the battlefield, relieved that she had reminded the warriors earlier to stay on guard.

Knowing she intended to check on Zion, they coordinated to draw the ogres’ attention away from her as they feint attacks, circling, and pressing just enough to keep the monsters occupied.

But even then, they couldn’t close the distance. Unlike Zion, they lacked both his agility and his raw strength, so their efforts were mostly distractions. In the end, he remained their main attacker, the one they all relied on.

Addison skidded across the ground, sliding to Zion’s side before immediately checking his condition. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths; fortunately, he was only temporarily knocked out.

Relief washed through her, but she quickly set to work, running her hands over his body and checking his vitals, searching for any sign of broken ribs or bones.

“Zion, hang in there…” she murmured, her palms brushing over the thick, soft fur of his sides and belly.

That was when Zion’s massive wolf eyes suddenly flickered open. He fixed her with a sharp, knowing look, and for a split second, Addison swore she could hear him saying: ‘Don’t take advantage of me while I’m unconscious. Do it when I’m wide awake.’

Startled, Addison froze and quickly raised her hands in surrender, cheeks flushing.

“I was just checking if you had any broken bones,” Addison clarified quickly, meeting Zion’s piercing gaze. She watched as he pushed himself up, staggering slightly before giving his massive head a hard shake, trying to steady himself against the dizziness.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with worry as she hovered close, ready to catch him if he fall.

Zion gave Addison another long look before leaning in to lick her cheek, as if to wordlessly reassure her not to worry. He took a moment to steady himself, the blow still making his head swim, but he masked the discomfort with a teasing glint in his eyes, letting her know it wasn’t as bad as it looked.

Within seconds, his wolf’s healing ability worked through the lingering pain, and his strength returned. With a sudden burst of energy, Zion darted forward and threw himself back into the fray, while Addison remained where she was, watching the battlefield with thoughtful eyes.

Once Zion rejoined the fight, the crushing pressure on the warriors’ shoulders eased. They shifted their focus to supporting him without getting in his way, knowing full well that forcing themselves too close to the ogres would only lead to injuries, and worse, force the others to waste time rescuing them.

From Addison’s earlier words, it was clear she didn’t want needless casualties right now. So the warriors held their ground, biding their time, surviving the onslaught while letting Zion take the lead as their main attacker, ready to strike only when he created an opening.

“Grrr…” Zion snarled, his irritation rumbling through the air as he threw his challenge at the ogres. Their attention snapped back to him at once, and they lumbered forward, closing the distance one heavy step at a time.

Thud…

The ground trembled with every step, each footprint gouging deep into the earth. Their weapons dragged behind them, carving harsh lines into the dirt. Then, without warning, the first ogre swung the massive uprooted tree it carried straight at Zion.

He darted left in a blur, instincts razor-sharp. Dodging or leaping wasn’t an option because the tree’s roots, still clotted with soil, twisted and jutted like snares could easily cover a wide area.

One misstep could have left him tangled or crushed in an instant. Better to stay clear, circling wide to keep his distance.

But just as Zion darted out from the left flank, the second ogre was already there, swinging its two massive clubs as if it had been waiting for him all along. The twin weapons came crashing down toward him like hammers meant to pulverize the earth itself.

Zion’s teeth clenched; he’d almost been caught by this same ogre once before.

But not this time.

Instead of retreating, he lunged forward, closing the gap in a sudden burst of speed. His claws slashed across the ogre’s wrist. The cut wasn’t deep enough to sever its tendons, but it was sharp enough to make the brute bellow in rage, and it nearly dropped the club it was holding.

That moment of opening was all Zion needed. Seizing the moment, he surged low and sank his fangs into the ogre’s calf, tearing away a chunk of flesh.

“ROAR!!!” The second ogre howled in pain, its voice echoing through the battlefield. The other two immediately surged toward Zion, their massive weapons swinging wildly in a frenzy, desperate to drive him back.

Zion spat the torn flesh from his jaws with a wet thwack, leaping back to gain distance. The three ogres regrouped, hulking forms pressing close together as they guarded one another. In response, the corner of Zion’s wolf’s mouth curled upward into a taunting smirk, his golden eyes gleaming with challenge.

But the ogres weren’t taking the bait. Instead, they grew even more guarded, glaring murderously at Zion. The second ogre rose to its full height and unleashed a long, guttural roar, its foul breath and spittle spraying through the air in an attempt to intimidate him.

Zion, however, didn’t flinch. He lowered his head, muscles taut, signaling that he was ready to strike at any moment as he began to circle them with deliberate steps. The other warriors fanned out cautiously behind him, eyes fixed on the towering monsters.

They couldn’t rush in now as the ogres were standing too close together, and charging recklessly would be suicide. But at the same time, the ogres standing too close together were also a weakness.

With so little space to maneuver, the ogres wouldn’t be able to swing their massive weapons in wide arcs without striking each other. Zion narrowed his eyes. He knew they couldn’t rely on that devastating sweeping attack now, and it was his chance to attack.

“Grrr…” Zion growled, glancing back at the wolves behind him. With a subtle tilt of his head, he signaled for them to spread out and surround the ogres, tightening the noose to apply pressure. The tactic worked; the ogres began to feel the pressure, their unease clear.

The second ogre, blinded by rage, lost all sense of caution. With a deafening roar, it charged recklessly, swinging both clubs in wild arcs. The attacks lacked precision, but the sheer force behind them was terrifying. Each swing churned up gusts of wind strong enough to make the warriors stagger, forcing them back even without the clubs landing a direct hit.

The second ogre’s frenzy sparked the others into the same madness, and soon all three were lashing out in a storm of random, crushing blows. They weren’t aiming, just smashing anything that dared to move within reach, determined to pulverize everything in sight.

Zion darted from side to side, barely slipping past each devastating swing, but the other warriors weren’t as fortunate. One after another, they were knocked down and sent flying, their bodies crashing hard into the ground or nearby trees.

Though their healing abilities kept them alive, the damage came faster than their recovery. Warriors were falling like flies, overwhelmed by the relentless force of the ogres.

The tide of battle suddenly turned sharply against them. Zion glanced around and saw only a handful of fighters still standing; they were so few that he could count them on one hand. The battlefield that once swarmed with allies was now sparse and littered with groaning, injured comrades.

And all the while, the ogres kept advancing, step by thunderous step, closing in on Zion.

Now, Zion felt the pressure shift entirely onto him, forced to give ground as the three ogres pressed closer, their sheer size and rage bearing down on him.

Then, suddenly—

“Don’t stop attacking!” Addison’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding.

Before Zion could even turn his head toward her, a blur shot past his peripheral vision, and the next instant a deafening roar split the battlefield.

“ROAR!!!” one of the ogres bellowed, its voice shaking the air.

When Zion finally grasped what had happened, his eyes widened—Addison was swinging through the air, clutching a rope tied to her dagger. In one swift motion, she drove the blade into the ogre’s eye, then swung back just as quickly and darted away before it could retaliate.

The second ogre howled in pain, clutching its right eye with both hands, roaring so loudly the ground seemed to vibrate.

As it turned out, while everyone else was locked in battle, Addison had been quietly working at the back, fastening her dagger to a rope. She’d waited, patient and unnoticed, until the perfect opening appeared.