The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 116

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It collapsed to the ground, flailing in agony, utterly silent as it slowly bled out.

The other rogue snarled at Addison, rage and fear mixing in its eyes. It hesitated to make the first move, clearly wary of the silver daggers gleaming in her hands. Slowly, it stepped back.

Seeing Addison fight so seamlessly, Anna’s worry eased. She refocused on her own battle — having already taken down two rogues, she was still locked in combat with two more. She had to survive first before she could help Addison.

Addison shifted her stance, raising the silver daggers in front of her like a boxer ready for the next round.

Addison smirked at the rogue in front of her, eyes sharp as she taunted, "Come on—make a move. Backup’s on its way." The rogue was clearly being cautious, and that hesitation was exactly what she needed to exploit. Addison knew she couldn’t match its brute strength, and if it turned out to be faster than her too, she’d be in real trouble. Attacking now would only mean walking straight into its trap.

So she held back, calculating. She had to push it into making the first mistake—rattle it just enough to get reckless, to forget the careful distance it was maintaining. If she could break its focus, she’d find her opening. And once it overcommitted... the victory would be hers.

The battle behind Addison raged on, with the border patrol team locked in a fierce stalemate against a dozen rogues. Neither side was gaining ground. No one could establish a mindlink right now—doing so required a sliver of mental focus, just enough to sift through the thousands of tethers each wolf had and find the specific link they needed.

Under normal circumstances, it was easy—they only had to feel the bond and think of the person. But right now, both the humans and their wolf counterparts were fully consumed by the fight. One moment of distraction could mean death.

That’s why they sent Addison instead—to break away and find Lance. It was the only way.

Hearing Addison’s taunt—and seeing how frail she looked—the rogue scoffed, assuming her earlier kill had been nothing but a fluke. If she were truly strong, why would the others insist on protecting her and sending her away? No, to the rogue, it was obvious: she must be the weakest link, a burden they didn’t want to babysit in the middle of battle.

Thinking this, the rogue snarled, steam billowing from its mouth. This time, its snarl was laced with pure malice—it wasn’t just posturing anymore. It was ready to kill.

Addison immediately tightened her stance, bracing herself for impact. As the rogue lunged for her head, jaws open wide with the intent to crush her skull and fling her like a rag doll, Addison sprinted forward and dropped low into a slide. Her silver dagger was clutched tightly in both hands, blade facing upward. She passed beneath the beast in a flash, carving a deep, clean gash along its underbelly.

The rogue landed where she had just been, but it barely stayed upright. It let out a weak whine as blood poured freely from the wound. A moment later, its intestines spilled onto the dirt, its legs buckled, and it collapsed. The whine faded into labored, wet breaths—until finally, it went still.

Addison paused at the end of the road and glanced back at the fallen rogue. Then she turned and took off again. But she hadn’t made it far before three more rogues emerged from the shadows.

No matter how many years she’d trained or how many spars she’d survived in the Sacred Land, Addison knew one thing—she couldn’t take on multiple shifters without shifting herself.

Although Addison knew the odds weren’t in her favor, she didn’t let her panic or fear show. The beasts in front of her would notice the slightest crack in her composure, and that could be fatal. As she weighed her options, trying to figure out her next move, a hand suddenly rested gently on the top of her head.

Her entire body went stiff. Cold dread rushed through her—she hadn’t sensed anyone approaching. Instinctively, she turned her head, only to find Lance standing calmly beside her.

He looked utterly unfazed, his posture lazy and expression drowsy as he stifled a yawn, eyes half-lidded as he stared down the rogues. It was clear he wasn’t taking them seriously at all.

The moment she realized it was Lance, a wave of relief washed over her. The chill in her veins receded, and though her legs still trembled slightly from the adrenaline, her stance loosened. She could breathe again.

"You’ve done a great job holding on..." Lance said softly, his voice low with praise as his fingers gently left Addison’s hair. Then, without urgency, he stepped in front of her and casually stretched his arms.

The moment the three rogues laid eyes on him, their instincts kicked in. They took a cautious step back, never daring to turn their backs on him. Something about Lance radiated danger—primal, lethal. But before they could even think of retreating, Lance vanished from their sight.

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