The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Chapter 27 The Responsibility Of A Leader

Zion, or rather Shura, hunted down every last vampire and tortured them for an entire month. The only reason there were any survivors was because, the moment the others saw Shura lose control, they abandoned the battlefield and left it to the beast. He was unrecognizable—no longer Alpha Zion, but a feral force of destruction.

Some weren’t lucky enough to escape.

There were unfortunate casualties from their side too—shredded beyond recognition, their bodies mangled until not even bones remained. Some of them belonged to another pack.

Greg, sensing that something was wrong with Zion before the shift, had barely managed to warn his own pack. They fled as fast as they could, retreating to safety.

They didn’t return until the next day.

And when they did, they found Zion soaked in blood, standing alone in the middle of the battlefield. The stench of death clung to him like a second skin. His presence was monstrous, terrifying—so much so that from that day on, the other packs began calling him ’The Beast.’

He was the one Beta Greg feared the most. That’s why he was desperate to keep Zion away from the dungeon. If Zion discovered what Greg had done to Addison... there’d be no escape from his wrath.

Even though Addison had already escaped, the scent of her blood still lingered in the cell—thick, coppery, and impossible to hide. One whiff, and Shura would lose control. Greg could already imagine the chaos that would follow if that happened.

He needed time.

Time to find Addison.

Time to silence her for good.

Once she was gone, he planned to blame it all on a rogue or a vampire—some enemy that had slipped past their defenses during her escape. With no body, no witness, and enough false evidence, he believed he could cover it up. That was the only way. The only way to survive Zion’s fury.

At the very least, this way, Greg could wash his hands of the problem and shift all the blame onto Addison—claiming she ran away and was killed by a rogue or vampire near the border. Even if Alpha Zion got furious, Greg doubted he could be held entirely accountable.

For now, all he could do was buy time. He could order the other pack members to thoroughly clean the dungeon cell, scrubbing every trace of Addison’s scent from the stone. If Zion came sniffing around, he had to find nothing—no blood, no clues, no reason to suspect.

’That’s right... I could send an omega to clean up the dungeon cell,’ Greg thought, pacing anxiously. ’But wait—if it’s too clean, Alpha Zion might get suspicious. I can’t erase everything.’

’Maybe I should leave some of the blood scent... Alpha Zion knows Addison was injured, so if there’s no trace of her blood at all, that might raise more red flags. Yeah... I just need to dull the scent a bit—make it seem like it faded naturally.’

Having made up his mind, Beta Greg finally moved to respond to Alpha Zion, feeling the weight of their bond press down on him. Zion was getting impatient... and worried.

He tried to steady his heartbeat, hiding the guilt behind his calculated reasoning. ’Alpha Zion may not have realized how deeply he already cares for Addison... but I have. And I need to keep myself safe—even if it means lying through my teeth.’

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