The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Chapter 380 Finding Levi
Now, the only obstacles in Maxwell’s path were the endless waves of savage rogues pouring out of the forest, forcing him to slow down. If not for them, he would have reached Levi long ago.

Perhaps this was exactly why Chase hadn’t needed to act further; his part in Greg’s plan was already done. Unlike the others bound to Greg’s command, Chase wasn’t under his direct control. Once his task was complete, he saw no reason to obey Greg’s every word.

After all, Chase served the same master as Greg — directly. That meant the only person who could give him orders was that master himself. As for Greg, in Chase’s eyes, he was nothing more than a deranged stray dog who’d been kicked out of his own pack for defying his master’s commands and chasing after his own twisted ambitions.

Besides, Chase didn’t really care whether the mission succeeded or failed. What mattered to him was simply doing as he was told, because if he didn’t, he’d suffer. Unlike the other men under Greg’s command, who followed orders as though their bodies were being puppeteered, Chase retained his free will.

But defiance came at a terrible cost. Whenever he disobeyed, a searing pain would spread through his body, like thousands of ants gnawing at his flesh and drinking his blood bit by bit. The agony would build slowly, torturously, until he broke and obeyed.

Still, he’d discovered a loophole. As long as he carried out his orders, how he did them didn’t matter, and neither did the outcome, unless his master specifically demanded a result. This mission, however, was under Greg’s lead, which meant Greg’s success was all that mattered.

Chase was nothing more than a shadow, someone meant to follow quietly behind and raise Greg’s chances of victory.

Having completed his part, Chase saw no reason to remain. Greg’s victory or failure didn’t concern him. Before slipping away, he made sure the fake rogues under his command were sent to the front lines as cannon fodder, men chosen to be slaughtered so there would be no witnesses to his minimal effort.

As long as no one survived to tell the tale, Chase could vanish into the shadows and pretend he had done everything his master required.

After Chase left, the pressure on Alpha Hue’s flank finally eased, at least enough for him to shake off the numbing shock of feeling so many connections snap as his warriors died. Once he regained his footing, Alpha Hue led a brutal counterattack, cutting down rogues with a single-minded ferocity.

He was kind and generous by nature, but he was an Alpha first, and the beast beneath his skin answered to another law.

This time, there was no mercy. The loss of so many of his warriors had opened a wound too deep to forgive; the instinct to protect and to avenge drove him. If manpower had allowed, he would have hunted them to the last man.

Limited as he was, he still let his beast loose, slimming the enemy’s ranks as ruthlessly as he could to buy his pack the space to survive.

And so, Alpha Hue’s massive wolf form tore through the enemy’s flank like a storm of claws and fangs. Every snap of his jaws split a body in half; every swing of his massive paw sent blood and entrails splattering across the battlefield.

He didn’t pause, didn’t look back, only pressed forward, mowing down one rogue after another as if possessed by vengeance itself.

When a rogue lunged at one of his warriors from behind, Alpha Hue’s jaws clamped down first, ripping the attacker’s head clean off before it could strike. His beast was fully unleashed now, driven by fury and instinct, and the rogues knew that if they didn’t take him down, they would be slaughtered like flies.

A dozen of them surged at him at once, claws flashing, fangs bared. But Alpha Hue was an Alpha, stronger, faster, and deadlier. The moment they closed in, he spun and tore through them with terrifying precision, shredding flesh and bone until the ground beneath him was covered with blood.

“Trash… you just made my work easier by coming straight to your death.” Alpha Hue’s wolf growled, circling the corpses of the rogues it had just slain. Pride gleamed in its blood-soaked eyes, mingling with cold contempt. Its entire body dripped with crimson, but it didn’t care; its chest heaved, its claws twitched, and with a powerful leap, it bounded off to hunt down the rest of its prey.

While Alpha Hue was busy cutting down waves of rogues on the other side, Maxwell charged toward Levi’s position. He only brought a handful of warriors with him, but with his overwhelming speed and strength, it was the others who struggled to keep up with him.

Instead of needing them to clear the path, Maxwell was the one carving it open for them, leaving a trail of mangled corpses in his path. The rogues who dared block his way were torn apart beyond recognition, the scene so gruesome it could churn anyone’s stomach.

Fortunately, the warriors following him had long grown used to blood and gore; they averted their eyes and focused on keeping pace with Alpha Maxwell.

But because he had been held back for too long, by the time Maxwell reached the section of the border Levi was assigned to defend, all that greeted him was carnage.

The trees were splattered with blood as if a crimson storm had swept through, and the ground was littered with bodies, some belonging to the Golden Hue Pack, torn apart beyond recognition, while others were the rogues or Greg’s men disguised among them.

The warriors who arrived with Maxwell were consumed by fury at the sight. Some of the fallen could barely be identified; their corpses were mangled so badly that only the faint, lingering scent of their pack gave them away.

Without that familiar trace, they might never have known that the disfigured remains once belonged to their comrades.

Upon witnessing the gruesome sight, one of the warriors behind Maxwell released a mournful howl that echoed through the forest, soon joined by another, and then another, until the woods were filled with their sorrow.

Maxwell, chest heaving, scanned the carnage with a tightening jaw, searching for any sign of Levi among the fallen.

Though he saw Levi as a rival in love, he never wished for the man’s death. Not only would it devastate Addison, but losing someone as capable as Levi would be a waste, especially when Levi was one of the few who could handle the “Beastly Alpha”, Zion’s madness when he loses control.

No matter how hard he searched, Maxwell couldn’t find Levi’s body among the fallen. That could only mean one thing: that he wasn’t too late. Levi and a few others must have managed to retreat.

Without wasting another second, Maxwell followed the faint trail of blood on the ground. At first, the task seemed hopeless. The entire forest floor was soaked in blood, the metallic scent thick in the air, making it nearly impossible to distinguish one trail from another.

But luck, or perhaps fate, was on his side. About two hundred meters away from the carnage, he caught sight of a distinct line of blood drops leading deeper into the woods.

He immediately took off, following the trail with focused determination. The warriors behind him, who had been paralyzed by grief, straightened and steeled themselves.

Their sorrow hardened into rage, their eyes darkening with vengeance. Alpha Maxwell had found a lead, and now, they would follow him to hunt down the bastards responsible and make them pay for their fallen brothers.

“Awoooohhh!”

One of the warriors let out another howl, but this time, it wasn’t the mournful cry from earlier. It was a battle call, a fierce summons for his brothers to rally and follow Alpha Maxwell. The sound echoed through the forest, raw and powerful, stirring the fighting spirit in every heart that heard it.

Maxwell immediately shifted into his wolf form, his massive frame bursting forward as he tore through the dense forest at full speed. His paws barely touched the ground, and his golden eyes burned with determination as he relied solely on his sharp sense of smell.

Levi’s scent, although faint and tangled with the stench of blood and the scent of the other warriors with him, lingered in the air. It was weak, fading, almost carried away by the wind.

Maxwell’s heart pounded in his chest like a war drum. The fading scent told him Levi had passed through here long ago, too long that he needed to go faster or he might be too late. All he could do now was hope that Levi and the others were still holding on, still fighting, until he could reach them.

And so, Maxwell pushed his body to its absolute limit, muscles coiling and stretching with every powerful stride as he sped up. Hot steam burst from his wolf’s nose with each heavy breath, his chest heaving as he tore through the forest like a storm.