The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 Piecing The Leads Together

Now that he looked back, Addison had never matched the image of the missing princess, at least not in the way he had remembered her. The Addison of today was quiet, hesitant, and weak... So it had never occurred to him that she could be the princess. But if she was, what had happened to her wolf?

The thought made Zion’s wolf, Shura, whimper in sorrow. Shura had long tried to connect with Addison’s wolf, Aurora. He wanted to explain himself, to make her understand his side, not for forgiveness, but because the thought of being hated by his mate was unbearable.

Unlike Zion, Shura had always been loyal to Addison. Protective. Resentful of how his human half had mishandled everything. And now, as that Aurora remained silent, unreachable... Shura felt the ache of rejection, the loneliness of being unheard, and the heartbreak of being unable to mend what his Alpha had broken.

Then, in front of everyone, Zion reached into his magical pouch tied to his hips like an accessory and slowly pulled out a tightly wrapped bundle of cloth. Layer by layer, he carefully peeled each wrap away, revealing what was hidden inside: the artifact embedded with a bloodstone.

They had attempted to contact the white witches about it, after all, white witches were the natural enemies of the dark witches, who were believed to be responsible for creating such sinister artifacts. Zion had hoped the witches would be curious enough to investigate its origins or at least offer insight into its sudden appearance. But despite sending the letter and waiting patiently, no reply ever came.

Their silence could only be interpreted one way: they didn’t want to get involved. Why? Zion couldn’t say. As for the mermaids, their response, or lack thereof, was expected. They, too, offered no aid or explanation.

Left with no other option, Zion had come directly to the Alpha King to show him the artifact and explain everything that had happened to the Midnight River Pack, particularly how it was linked to the rogue attacks. Now that they had confirmed Addison was the real Royal Princess, everything had changed. Claire was no longer the likely target. The real threat would now shift toward Addison.

As for the unresolved issues of the past... they could be dealt with later. Right now, the priority was protecting Addison from the forces operating in the shadows. Claire’s sudden disappearance was no coincidence, and Zion strongly suspected that the traitor responsible was someone within the palace itself.

He hadn’t come just to explain the past; he came to warn them of what was coming.

"These ear studs, embedded with blood stones, were found on the last group of rogues that attacked my pack," Zion began, holding up the ominous jewelry for all to see. "This ties directly to the last rogue attack report we sent to the palace. The reason we withheld the details about the blood stones at the time was because we feared the information might leak to individuals with hidden agendas."

He paused, casting a fleeting, sorrowful glance at Addison before continuing.

"At that time, I believed my traitorous Beta... I believe he went to someone and tattled about me rescuing the Royal Princess. Only he and I knew she had been found in the Vampire Lord’s castle, so if anyone leaked the information, it had to be him. And from that point on, the attacks on my pack started to change. They weren’t random, nor were they just about food shortages or territory. No... they were masked as ordinary rogue incidents to hide the real goal: retrieving the princess."

Zion’s voice turned grim. "But I could never confirm it. Every infiltrator we captured turned out to be a death warrior. They either bit down on a poison pouch embedded in their molars, or they died from a curse as soon as they tried to speak. The only conclusion I could draw was that they were linked to the dark witch’s cult."

As soon as Zion finished, Maxwell suddenly shot up from his seat, the heavy armchair screeching and toppling behind him. His face was pale with fury and alarm.

Thanks to Zion’s former Beta, Greg, the cult had found the fake Princess’s whereabouts. After lying dormant for three years, they must’ve begun planning to strike again, and Greg had likely handed over her whereabouts for a hefty reward. freёwebnoѵel.com

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