The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Chapter 392 The Situation
When he arrived, a crowd of doctors and nurses had already gathered outside a closed door, their tense expressions and hurried movements sending a shiver down his spine. Something serious was happening, and Maxwell could feel it before he even knew the details.

“Let me through! Open the path, the medicines are here!”

The male nurse who had assisted Maxwell earlier came rushing over, and only then did Maxwell notice that it was the same nurse pushing the stainless steel cart. But there was no time to ask what was going on. The nurse looked frantic and worried as he hurriedly pushed the cart into the room.

When he looked up, he saw the sign above him — “Operating Room.” There was also a notice on the door that read “In Use.”

Only then did he realize where he was. Seeing everyone’s tense and anxious expressions, a dreadful feeling washed over him. His stomach sank as the realization hit. Earlier, he had felt relieved, believing Levi was finally safe.

He had let his body relax and allowed the exhaustion to take over, and somewhere along the way, he’d fallen asleep.

But what had happened while he was out?

And how long had he been asleep? It didn’t feel like much time had passed.

Now, Maxwell felt the soles of his feet growing colder and colder as he stared at the “Operating Room” sign above the door. He didn’t need to ask; he knew Levi was inside. The frantic movements of the staff only confirmed what he feared most: Levi’s condition was critical.

He wanted to barge in, to demand answers, but he knew that doing so might only distract the lead doctor and risk a mistake, a mistake that could hasten Levi’s death. So, Maxwell could only stand there, silent and pale, waiting with the others.

All his earlier exhaustion had vanished, replaced by a taut, unbearable tension. He felt like a bow drawn to its limit, the string threatening to snap at any moment, and when it did, he feared he wouldn’t be able to stop the arrow representing the events unfolding before him.

‘God, Levi… please be okay,’ Maxwell prayed silently, his heart pounding wildly as he waited outside. Even his wolf, sensing the heavy tension in the air, quietly curled up in the corner of Maxwell’s mind and pretended to sleep, as if afraid that any sound might disturb Maxwell’s fragile calm.

「On Addison’s side」

“Addie… Addie! Wake up! You’re burning!” Zion jolted awake, startled by the searing heat radiating from beside him. It felt as though he had been thrown into a brazier. Addison was burning up, her body trembling as soft whimpers escaped her lips. Panic shot through him.

He didn’t understand what was happening. She had already been in pain the night before, and it only eased when he used their mate bond to help distract her. But now, the pain had returned, fiercer than before.

That could only mean one thing: something was terribly wrong with the Golden Hue Pack… and with her other mates, Maxwell and Levi.

“Shit, what do I do?” Zion muttered under his breath as he rushed out of the tent, panic clawing at his chest.

Outside, the early morning air was still cool, meaning they had only just fallen asleep before Addison suddenly fell ill. Around them, camp life was just beginning to stir: some were preparing breakfast, while others were switching shifts with the night watchers.

But the moment everyone saw Zion burst out of the tent with Addison in his arms, all movement stopped. The sight of her flushed face and bluish lips sent ripples of alarm through the camp.

“Alpha Zion! What’s wrong with the Princess?!” Mary was the first to react, running toward him. After all, she had only just sworn her allegiance and loyalty to Addison the night before.

Zion shook his head frantically, scanning the camp for anyone who might know medicine. When his eyes landed on a few of the older pack members sitting near the campfire, chopping vegetables for breakfast, he didn’t hesitate. He rushed toward them and crouched down, carefully showing Addison’s flushed, trembling form.

“Please… please look at my mate. Can you help her? Please, do something,” Zion pleaded, desperation thick in his voice as he put all his hope in the elders. He believed that with age came wisdom, and right now, any knowledge they had could save her.

Though he had his own suspicions about what was happening, Golden Hue Pack was still several miles away. He couldn’t risk traveling back, not when Addison might collapse or worse, drop dead before they even arrived.

That fear alone kept him from moving, forcing him instead to stay and do what he could to comfort her, all while silently praying that Maxwell and Levi could somehow deal with whatever was happening. But from the looks of it, things were far from simple.

By the time Zion reached them, his whole body was trembling like a leaf. The older pack members by the campfire immediately craned their necks to look at Addison, worry etched across their faces.

One of them, who had some knowledge of medicine, quickly stepped forward. He took Addison’s wrist to check her pulse, his brows knitting together in concern, then placed a hand on her forehead, only to flinch back from the searing heat.

“Goddess!” he gasped, his voice tight with alarm. He turned toward the others gathered behind the crowd and barked out orders, “Fetch some cold river water! Quickly! If we don’t bring her fever down, it’ll fry her brain!”

Without wasting a second, he grabbed a small leather pouch filled with dried herbs and roots from his side. Kneeling beside Addison again, he gestured for Zion’s help. Zion pried open her clenched jaw with shaking hands, and the older man peered into her mouth to check her tongue before studying her unfocused, trembling eyes. The moment he saw the haze of delirium setting in, his expression darkened.

“This isn’t good…” the older man muttered, his brows deeply furrowed as he checked Addison’s pulse again. “I don’t think this is just a normal fever or flu. It feels more like her body’s going through some kind of rejection, or something far worse. I can’t be certain yet.” His voice grew more urgent as he dug through his pouch of dried herbs, scanning each one like he was searching for an answer.

“Keeping her here and just trying to cool her down might not help. We need to find the root cause and deal with it fast.”

He quickly turned to the older woman beside him, who had been helping prepare breakfast. “Old woman, brew these for me,” he said, handing her a few selected herbs. “Once it’s ready, help the princess drink it. It might at least bring her fever down a little.”

Then his gaze shifted back to Zion, grave and steady. “Alpha Zion, this is the best I can do for now. But as I said, if we don’t find the cause soon, Princess Addison’s condition will only get worse.”

Hearing this, Zion felt as if a shockwave had hit him straight in the chest. Guilt surged through him like a cold tide.