The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Chapter 23 Planned?

With a flick of his hand, he signaled one of the others.

A moment later, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over Addison’s bloodied form, shocking her back to consciousness. She gasped, her body trembling violently from the chill and pain. Her head barely lifted before—

Crack!

Another lash tore across her back.

Addison’s body arched from the agony, the chains rattling above her with a harsh, metallic echo that rang through the dark dungeon. The only light came from a flickering torch on the wall, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. Addison’s silhouette—frail and shaking—looked impossibly small in the midst of the towering figures surrounding her.

And Greg was only getting started.

Each time Addison passed out from the relentless torment, they revived her with another splash of freezing water. Again and again, the whip tore into her. And when her body teetered on the edge of death, barely clinging to life, Greg would finally call in a healer—not to save her, but just enough to keep her alive.

So the punishment could continue.

Blood trickled steadily down Addison’s back, soaking through the already torn remnants of her dress.

The deep, ragged wounds marred her once-smooth skin, painting her back in grotesque shades of crimson—like the petals of a red spider lily in full bloom. The sight was both harrowing and strangely haunting.

Addison appeared frail, her broken beauty striking in its quiet tragedy. Her long brown hair clung to the side of her pale face, and her colorless complexion made her look more like a corpse than someone clinging to life. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Her eyelids fluttered faintly as the healer worked on her, though even their best efforts barely made a difference. Even the pack doctor would be powerless to do anything to help Addison at this point.

Only a true healer could attempt to mend the damage—and even then, the wounds left by a silver whip resisted all attempts at restoration. Perhaps only a saint or a master healer could reverse such damage.

Cold water had dulled the color of her skin, making the torn flesh even more ghastly. The welts were swelling now, the trauma growing worse with every passing moment. Addison burned with fever, her body trembling as she began to convulse.

Yet, as she suffered, Beta Greg stood nearby, watching with a twisted sense of triumph. Her pain was his fuel.

The sight of her broken body, the reminder of his dominance, made him feel powerful—invincible. Hatred and perverse satisfaction surged through him like a drug, sending his adrenaline soaring to euphoric heights.

The thought of avenging himself for all the humiliation and pain he had endured filled Beta Greg with twisted satisfaction. Each strike had been a release, an indulgent wave of euphoria that drowned out reason.

He was so caught up in his vengeance that he didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—until the healer’s frantic voice cut through his frenzy.

"She’ll die if you don’t stop!"

That finally pulled him back.

Addison couldn’t die—not yet. His Alpha, Zion, had tasked him with overseeing her recovery, ensuring her wounds were properly treated.

But with Alpha Zion preoccupied, Greg had taken matters into his own hands. He saw it not as cruelty, but as justice.

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