The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Chapter 337 Fighting The Ogres 9
It was a painful move, but a necessary one, because the moment the berserk ogre realized it had missed her, it ground to a halt, twisted its massive body, and charged at her again, intent on slamming her into the earth.

Addison hissed as sharp gravel dug into her palms, but she forced herself back up. The berserk ogre was already barreling toward her, faster than before, giving her no chance to draw her sword from her magic bag to slash at its legs and slow it down.

She had stowed the weapon before diving aside, hoping to find an opening to strike again, but it was becoming clear that such a chance wouldn’t come easily.

Her earlier fears were proving true: she might end up exhausting herself completely before Zion even arrived. Only now, the stakes had climbed several notches higher.

“Grrr!” The remaining warriors growled in unison, trying to draw the berserk ogre’s attention. But it ignored them completely, its black, crimson-red gaze locked solely on Addison. To it, nothing else mattered.

She was the one who had slain both its brothers, and until she was torn apart, its fury would know no end.

Seeing that their taunts had no effect, the warriors tried the same tactic as before, lunging to clamp down on the berserk ogre’s limbs. But they couldn’t even get close. Each time it blurred past, a violent gust of wind burst from its movement, knocking them back like ragdolls.

They felt utterly useless, their strength meaningless before its speed. Addison, too, was forced to use those very shockwaves to spring herself farther away; she almost looked like a leaf caught in a storm.

But she knew it wasn’t all to her advantage, if just the wind could hurl her meters across the ground, what would happen if she was struck head-on?

Addison didn’t even dare imagine the outcome. A shiver shot from her scalp down to her tailbone, and cold sweat drenched her body as she poured every ounce of her strength into evading.

It wasn’t just about her reflexes anymore; she was pushing her senses, agility, and speed to their limits, calculating every movement in a split second.

Left or right?

Forward or back?

One wrong choice, one misstep, and she could throw herself straight into the berserk ogre’s path, and that would mean instant death. No wonder her entire body was slick with cold sweat.

Addison could see how helpless the warriors were. They couldn’t even protect themselves, let alone her, if any of them happened to be caught in the berserk ogre’s line of attack and failed to dodge in time; they’d be knocked to their deaths.

Gritting her teeth, Addison raised her voice. “Don’t get too close! We need another way to deal with it!”

She forced her tone to remain steady, calm, and commanding. As their leader, she couldn’t afford to show fear or panic. If she faltered, the warriors would unravel as well, and they would be reduced to nothing but headless chickens, easy prey for the raging monster.

Instead, she needed to steady them, to make them believe in her composure so they would follow her lead. She couldn’t afford any more casualties.

“Grrr…” The warriors growled hesitantly, refusing to back down. Some of their pack members had already fallen, and the grief only fueled their resolve.

Far away in the Golden Hue Pack, Alpha Hue, busy with the harvest, suddenly froze.

He felt it: the thread connecting him with several of the pack members who had left with Addison snapped in an instant. His heart lurched as he abruptly stood, staring toward the distant direction where his daughter and the others had gone.

His stomach sank, dread clawing at him, and worry for Addison and his daughter threatened to overwhelm him. But there was nothing he could do now except trust their Princess and her mate, Alpha Zion, to lead their people to safety.

He knew the death of warriors was sometimes inevitable when facing such a powerful enemy, but even so, his chest ached, and it felt as if his heart was bleeding with every life lost.

“Addison, run! Run as far away as possible!” Zion roared the moment he saw the warriors hurled through the air and Addison diving into the ground to evade another strike.

His sharp eyes caught the sight of her palm already raw and bleeding, and her distinct scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of the blood from the warriors who had been struck down earlier.

Those unfortunate warriors hadn’t stood a chance. The impact had been too great: some had their skulls shattered instantly, while others suffered gruesome internal injuries.

Broken ribs had pierced through their organs, reducing them to mush; blood streamed from their mouths and ears, while a few had their chests torn open under the crushing force. Zion didn’t need to check to know that they were beyond saving.

And that truth terrified him even more for Addison’s safety. His fear was suffocating, but when he tried to rise, his body betrayed him.

It felt as though lead weights were strapped to every part of his limbs, dragging him down, refusing to cooperate no matter how desperately he struggled to move.

‘Addie, please… please be okay. Oh Goddess, please protect her…’ Zion prayed desperately, over and over, as he urged Shura to heal him faster.

This time, Shura didn’t even make a sound; every ounce of its focus was locked on healing Zion’s broken body. But deep inside, Zion’s wolf was just as terrified as him. It felt like it was sitting on pins and needles, its usual snark and retorts silenced by the sheer weight of fear.

Every time Addison managed to dodge, her movements grew slower. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, her body betrayed the toll; each dive slammed her into the ground, scraping her palms and knees raw until blood smeared across her skin.

Dust and dirt clung to the crimson stains, streaking her clothes, body, and even her face, leaving her looking utterly battered and pitiful. Yet, despite her state, Addison’s eyes still burned with determination, the unyielding will to survive and claw her way out of this nightmare.

That fire in her gaze was the only thing keeping Zion grounded. Otherwise, he would have already lost control and gone feral.

His chest heaved violently as his instincts surged; guttural growls tore from his throat, growing louder, darker, and more dangerous the more he saw Addison suffer. The sound alone made the warriors’ skin crawl, the hairs on their bodies standing on end.

But it seemed the odds were truly stacked against Addison. Her knees buckled beneath her, weakness flooding her limbs until she staggered, barely able to stay upright.

She could feel it, that she wouldn’t be able to keep running or evading any longer. It was now or never. Fight, or die at the hands of the berserk monster before her.

Addison gritted her teeth and yanked her sword from the magic bag, forcing her trembling hands to steady. The berserk ogre seemed to sense her exhaustion, as though it knew she was at last leg.

It paused, as it looked at her with menace, its black crimson-red eyes burning with hatred.