The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Chapter 384 More Like A Demon
He could only trust that there was a reason Levi had led them here before passing out. Though he didn’t know what Levi’s plan was or why this place mattered, he refused to let any more of his comrades die before his eyes. He wasn’t about to let one of his brothers throw himself into the fire just yet.

“What’s your purpose in attacking our pack?” the captain demanded suddenly. He knew there was little chance Greg or his men would bother to answer, but he asked anyway, if only to buy a few more precious seconds, hoping their reinforcements would arrive in time.

Greg tilted his head to the side, a slow grin spreading across his face as understanding dawned. “So, you think that just because you’re dying, I’d feel sorry for you and answer your question? That I’d hand you the truth since the dead tell no tales?”

He let out a harsh cackle, amused by his own words. Sure, some might indulge the dying with answers out of pity, but Greg wasn’t one of them. He had neither the patience nor the inclination, after all, they were going to die soon anyway.

What use was there in explaining anything? So they could whisper it to the Grim Reaper and gossip about the reason for their deaths?

The thought alone made Greg laugh even harder, until tears began to form at the corners of his eyes.

“You’ve got a sense of humor,” Greg said, then his grin snapped away and his eyes went cold.

“Or do you think stalling me with conversation will buy your reinforcements time?” He chuckled, small and cruel, then studied the three survivors guarding Levi as if they were insects.

“Do you honestly think I’d be playing games if I feared your backup coming?”

He leaned forward, voice low and steady. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but there will be no reinforcements. I sent my men to intercept them. By the time anyone shows, I’ll have killed every last one of you… every single pack member.”

He broke into a harsh, breathy laugh, a sound that scraped like metal. For a moment, his eyes glinted with something not entirely human; the dark aura around him seemed to thicken. He looked more like a demon than a werewolf.

The captain and his warriors shuddered involuntarily at Greg’s words, a cold dread crawling down their spines. It felt as though their hearts had been shattered into pieces. First, because it seemed all their efforts, their desperate fight to survive, had been reduced to ashes.

And second, because Greg’s revelation made it clear that his people weren’t just after them; they were targeting their non-combatants, the innocent ones left behind. The realization jolted their hearts with fear.

But above all, confusion clouded their sorrow.

Why?

Why would Greg and his men want to slaughter their pack? If Greg bore a grudge against Levi, that was understandable, as it was quite obvious that Greg had a grudge against Levi, but the rest of them?

They were a farming pack, devoted to cultivating crops and supplying grain to the kingdom as its largest granary. They never meddled in conflicts, never crossed borders, never offended anyone. They lived far from the interspecies frontlines, deep within a territory long considered safe.

And yet, someone still wanted them destroyed.

Nothing made sense, no matter how hard they thought about it.

It even looked as if Greg had stumbled across Levi guarding that stretch of the border and decided, on the spot, to sate his vengeance, a savage improvisation rather than part of any larger plan.

If Levi hadn’t been there, Greg wouldn’t have wasted time playing this cat-and-mouse chase game. He and his men would have slipped past unnoticed, used the distraction at the other part of the border to sneak into the pack’s territory, and slaughter the non-combatants while the fighters were busy holding the line.

In a cruel twist, Levi’s presence had unintentionally prevented a silent massacre, at least for now. If the attackers discovered the hidden non-combatants in the packhouse later, and when people started dying, only then might it be the only time they’d realized what was happening inside the territory, and by then it might already be too late.

Now, the captain’s heart was in turmoil. Before, he had protected Levi merely because he was Addison’s fated mate, their princess’s chosen one. But now, he wanted to protect him for a different reason entirely.

Levi had unknowingly saved their territory from the worst, and in the captain’s eyes, that made him a benefactor worth defending with his life.

Yet Greg’s words echoed in his mind that there would be no reinforcements coming. Greg had made sure of that. The realization hit hard; they couldn’t count on anyone coming to save them.

The captain bit his lip, thoughts racing, searching desperately for a way out of this nightmare… but nothing came. Only the crushing weight of their predicament and the cold certainty that they were on their own.

Frustration gnawed at the captain, while the other two warriors’ shoulders slumped in defeat, their eyes blank as they stared helplessly at Greg. Seeing their despair, Greg chuckled, a low, self-satisfied sound.

He felt smug, proud of having outsmarted them. The sight of their hopeless faces thrilled him; they clearly hadn’t seen any of this coming, and that realization filled him with a rush of exhilaration.

Just as the captain’s dimming eyes began to surrender to fate, something flickered at the edge of his vision. He froze, a slow gulp working down his throat as his once-hopeless heart thudded violently, trembling with sudden anticipation.

His hand tightened around one of the warriors’ arms, snapping the man out of his daze. The warrior winced and turned to him, only to find a glint in the captain’s eyes, a spark of cunning and renewed hope burning there.

Recognition struck him immediately.

He knew that look.

It was the look his captain wore whenever a plan was forming in his mind. His heart skipped, then began to pound. ‘Could it be… we might not be dying tonight?’ The thought alone made every muscle in his body tense with restrained energy.

He could tell that his captain was silently working out how to execute whatever plan had sparked in his mind. Curiosity stirred in him; he wanted to look around, to see what his captain had noticed, but he couldn’t risk alerting Greg. So he furrowed his brow and kept up the act, pretending to still be lost in despair.

To his own surprise, he pulled it off well, so well that even the scheming bastard, Greg, didn’t notice the fleeting flicker of awareness that had passed through his eyes before vanishing completely.

He forced himself to keep pretending, no matter how long it took, not daring to jeopardize his captain’s plan, whatever it was.

He even let tears fall, his expression twisting with grief as if he’d already accepted death and was mourning his family and friends from the pack. And seeing that, Greg’s smugness only deepened, utterly unaware that his prey was no longer as helpless as he thought.

Seeing this, the captain felt a lump rise in his throat. His chest tightened as he watched his subordinate silently crying, the sight painfully heartbreaking.