The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Chapter 397 At The Brink Of Going Feral
“Thankfully, Alpha Maxwell didn’t fall for Greg’s stalling tactics and tried to end it quickly, but both Greg and Chase managed to escape. We wiped out the rest of their forces, but beyond that… I don’t know what to expect next.”

Alpha Hue exhaled deeply, trying to drive away the heaviness that threatened to drag him down. The more he drowned in guilt and frustration, the weaker his people would become. He needed to stay firm, to lead them through this chaos and address the threats closing in, from the rogues to the locust swarm. If they didn’t act soon, everything could spiral out of control.

Hearing Alpha Hue’s account, Zion’s vision burned red with rage, his entire body trembling as if he were on the brink of going feral.

‘Of course it was that Greg!’ he snarled inwardly. ‘That filthy bastard actually crawled back from hell after surviving my claws!’

A deep, guttural growl rumbled in his chest as his wolf, Shura, bristled in shared fury. Their anger fed off each other, flames licking higher with every heartbeat. Zion could feel his control slipping, his sanity hanging by a thread as the beast inside him demanded blood for vengeance.

After all, this only meant that Addison’s pain was tied to Levi’s life hanging by a thread; there was no telling if he’d survive, or if Maxwell would follow. And at the root of it all was Greg: the bastard who tried to manipulate him and hurt his mate. If Zion didn’t kill him, his fury would never abate.

These thoughts spiraled through Zion’s mind, feeding the storm within him. Alpha Hue felt the oppressive aura growing heavier by the second, and when he dared look into Zion’s eyes, his own breath caught in his throat. Murderous red flames burned in those eyes, a silent warning that this was no ordinary anger.

Alpha Hue could sense it; Zion’s rage wasn’t just for Levi or Maxwell. It was something deeper, something tied to their mate, Princess Addison. And in that moment, as he remembered Addison’s condition when Zion arrived, a grim realization began to take shape: the truth behind Zion’s fury was far worse than he had imagined.

“Alpha Zion…” Alpha Hue called out, but he immediately stopped himself. He could feel Zion teetering on the edge of snapping, and if he went feral now, there was no telling how much destruction he could unleash. Even if Alpha Hue threw his life on the line to stop him, he knew it wouldn’t be enough; Zion was far stronger than him.

So he stayed silent, quiet as a mouse, even as his pride as an Alpha throbbed with shame. But this was for the good of his pack. If Zion went feral, no one could stop him, and the chaos that might follow could destroy everything they had built.

The only ones who could possibly rein him in, his mate or Alpha Maxwell, were both out of commission.

“Alpha Hue! The princess!!!” one of the nurses shouted from across the hallway.

Alpha Hue’s head snapped toward her, alarm flashing in his eyes. For a moment, he almost forgot about Zion; Addison’s condition was far more urgent.

Zion, still teetering on the edge of his spiraling fury, snapped back to focus and turned toward the nurse. The oppressive aura around him hadn’t dissipated, and when their eyes met, the nurse froze, her fear so tangible it silenced her as if she had swallowed her own tongue.

“What’s wrong with my mate?!” Zion growled, striding toward the nurse, his feral aura practically bending the air around him.

Luckily, Alpha Hue had snapped back to reality just in time. He slammed a firm hand onto Zion’s shoulder, forcing him to pause. Zion’s intimidating presence alone was enough to make everyone freeze.

“Alpha Zion… suppress your aura!” Alpha Hue commanded, his voice sharp but steady.

Zion pursed his lips, biting the corner of his mouth until he tasted blood, but he obeyed, forcing himself to suppress his aura. Slowly, the nurse’s trembling body began to calm, though she still shook like a leaf. Her voice stammered out, barely audible:

“Th-The P-Princess… s-something’s w-wrong… w-with her…”

The words were squeezed from her lips with great effort; her body refused to obey her, shivering uncontrollably as instinct screamed that a predator, one unlike any she’d ever faced, was breathing down on her neck. Fear gripped her so fully that she couldn’t stop her own reactions.

No sooner had the words left her mouth, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. Zion, however, didn’t spare her a second glance. His long, powerful strides carried him forward, guided solely by Addison’s scent. The trail led him to a room alive with indescribable chaos, filled with the frantic noise of people scrambling in panic.

“Hold the princess’s body! She might bite her tongue!” one of the nurses shouted from inside the ward.

Zion’s eyes dilated, a surge of fury igniting in his chest. Without a word, he shoved the door open and froze for only a moment at the scene: a dozen nurses struggling to restrain Addison’s convulsing limbs while another tried to fit a gag into her mouth.

He didn’t pause to ask questions. Striding forward with purpose, Zion pressed his arm gently but firmly against Addison’s mouth. She bit down, and he let her, his flesh taking the force of her jaw. The room fell into stunned silence.

“What are you waiting for?! Move!” Zion growled, his aura pressing down on the room like a physical force. Every nurse tensed, but the fear only made them work faster. One trembling nurse hurried to the stainless steel cart, fumbling to grab syringes and the required medicine.

Zion’s eyes narrowed, sharp and piercing. “What’s that?” he demanded, his gaze fixed on the syringe in her hand, making her freeze mid-motion.

“A-Alpha Zion… this will help calm the Princess’s nerves…” the nurse stammered.

Zion’s eyes stayed locked on the syringe, the needle far larger than he was comfortable with. But given the situation, there was no better option. The medical equipment was all prototype; oral administration was impossible while Addison convulsed, and an IV would act far too slowly. This injection — direct into her bloodstream — was the fastest way to stabilize her.

Zion looked down at Addison, who had sunk her teeth into his flesh, yet he barely flinched. The pain grounded him, keeping his rage from spiraling completely out of control.

Seeing her trembling, her body wracked with convulsions, and her eyes fluttering helplessly, he could only grit his teeth and let the nurse proceed. He could only watch silently as the injection entered her veins, hoping it would bring her relief.

“Will it have any aftereffects?” Zion asked one last time.

When the nurse shook her head, trembling like a rattle, he didn’t hesitate. “Do it.”

A low snarl escaped him at the end of his words. He was spiraling, seeing Addison in so much pain was unbearable, and Shura, his wolf, only amplified the storm of rage and agitation coursing through him.

The nurse nodded and stepped closer, but the moment she aligned the needle with the back of Addison’s hand, her own hands began to tremble. She gripped her wrist, trying to steady herself.