The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 396

Chapter 396: Chapter 396 Tell Zion What Happened
“Hurry! Help the princess down!” Alpha Hue barked sharply, snapping those who had been frozen in shock into action.

Everyone scrambled to help, untying the knots and freeing Zion so he could finally release the rope he’d been biting to keep Addison steady. The nurses worked quickly, and with Zion’s full cooperation, crouching low to make it easier for them, they soon managed to lift Addison down.

Using the blanket that had covered her, they gripped each corner and carefully transferred her onto a gurney before rushing her to the nearest room to assess her condition.

Once Addison was taken away and the others had quietly withdrawn, leaving only Alpha Hue behind, Zion shifted back to his human form. His brows furrowed deeply as his low voice cut through the tense air.

“What happened?”

The metallic tang of blood was heavy around them, thick and suffocating. Zion’s nose twitched; beneath Alpha Hue’s scent, he caught traces of both Maxwell and Levi. His gaze drifted toward the double doors labeled “Operating Room,” the red “In Use” sign glaring to the eye. His chest tightened.

They were inside. But which one of them was hurt?

He didn’t know the situation inside, so he held himself back. Bursting into the operating room without knowing what was happening could only make things worse.

“I… I…” Alpha Hue stammered, his voice trembling as guilt washed over him. He was still reeling from the sudden attack, so much so that he didn’t even know where to begin. If not for the traps laid around the borders and the quick response of his people and Alpha Maxwell, the rogues might have completely overrun the pack.

None of the noncombatants would have survived.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. Every life lost had torn at his soul. The bond he shared with his pack members had snapped one after another, each one a sharp, agonizing tug that made his chest feel hollow. Rage burned inside him, tangled with grief so deep it left him trembling.

If anyone had the right to demand answers, to know what really happened and why, it was him.

But as an Alpha, he couldn’t ignore the weight of everything that had been happening in his territory lately, the sudden appearance of the locust swarm followed by the rogue attacks.

They hadn’t been prepared for the locusts, true, but they had prepared for ambushes and assaults that might come after. Yet even with all their precautions, it still hadn’t been enough. The thought of that failure frustrated him even more.

“Tell me…” Zion said, his voice low but steady. Seeing how pale and frustrated Alpha Hue looked, he forced himself to calm down.

The exhaustion and guilt on the other Alpha’s face reminded him of the carnage he had just passed on his way here, and it dawned on him that Alpha Hue must have lost some of his own people in the battle as well. Zion exhaled slowly.

Being harsh now would be cruel; he knew better than anyone what it felt like to lose pack members. So, instead, he chose patience.

And so, Alpha Hue told Zion everything he knew, but his account was fragmented, full of gaps and uncertainty. He wasn’t directly involved in the core of the operation and had only followed Maxwell’s suggestions.

If anyone could give Zion the full story, it would have to be either Levi or Maxwell. Unfortunately, both were still inside the operating room and had yet to come out. Alpha Hue had only rushed there after hearing the doctor’s call a code blue, the alarm signaling that someone inside was in critical condition.

“Alpha Zion,” Alpha Hue began gravely, “Beta Levi was ambushed with a silver dagger laced with Wolfsbane. Because of that, his wounds wouldn’t close, and he lost a dangerous amount of blood. My remaining warriors did everything they could to bring him back here as quickly as possible, but when the doctors tested his blood, they found that only Alpha Maxwell had the same blood type, AB negative.”

“About an hour ago, the doctors sounded the alarm, code blue, as Beta Levi’s condition suddenly deteriorated. The surgery was going well at first; they were manually stitching his severed veins.”

“But Beta Levi’s wolf was struggling. It had already burned through too much energy trying to regenerate blood despite the Wolfsbane suppressing its healing ability. It kept forcing itself to work harder, but Beta Levi’s body was simply too weak.”

“In the end, Alpha Maxwell had to be wheeled in for an emergency blood transfusion during the surgery itself. The initial estimate was that they’d need only 1,200cc of blood, but because of Beta Levi’s continuous blood loss and his wolf’s exhaustion, that amount has already increased… and it’s still rising.”

“And from what I heard from the nurses,” Alpha Hue continued with a heavy sigh, “the doctors initially told Alpha Maxwell they’d need about 800cc of blood. But if they wanted to stabilize Beta Levi’s condition, then they had to increase it to 1,200cc.”

“It was Alpha Maxwell himself who insisted on making the transfusion to 1,200 cc because he believed his wolf could handle it.”

“But now… it seems even 1,200cc isn’t enough. Beta Levi’s blood loss keeps worsening, and if this continues, the doctors estimate he may need up to 2,000cc. You know as well as I do, Alpha Zion, that’s already a life-threatening amount.”

“If they really have to draw that much, both their lives would be in danger. Alpha Maxwell’s wolf might not be able to regenerate blood fast enough to keep him stable, and either one of them could go into cardiac arrest at any moment.”

Alpha Hue’s voice grew quieter toward the end, shame and guilt weighing every word. His shoulders slumped slightly as he added, almost in a whisper, “All of this happened in my territory… and I couldn’t stop it.”

Zion clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms, drawing thin lines of blood. He forced himself to steady his breathing, fighting the storm inside him. When he finally spoke, his voice was low but controlled.

Stepping closer, Zion placed a hand on Alpha Hue’s shoulder. He knew this wasn’t Alpha Hue’s fault; he was just as much a victim of the chaos as everyone else. If anyone deserved blame, it was the rogues and the ones who had orchestrated the attack.

“What about the attackers?” Zion asked, his tone firm but calm, trying to pull Alpha Hue out of his guilt. “Did you find any clues?”

“I heard from the warriors who survived alongside Beta Levi that they were ambushed. The one leading the attack was a man named Greg, missing an arm and with a twisted mind. They survived only because of his arrogance; he toyed with them, turning the ambush into a cruel cat-and-mouse game, and they seized the chance to escape.”

“Alpha Maxwell nearly caught Greg when he slipped into the territory and set fire to several houses, but another man, named Chase, appeared and pulled him out. Some of my warriors said Greg looked like he was searching for something before they intercepted him.”