The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Alpha Zion Going Feral

But then her thoughts turned to Levi. The one person who had stayed by her side, her loyal Gamma, her only friend, who had never wavered. The thought of leaving him behind, knowing the danger he’d face in her absence, tore at her heart. She couldn’t let him die for her, not when she had a chance to survive.

She wanted to save him, but her body refused to respond. Powerless, she slipped into a deep sleep. In that darkness, fragmented and distant memories played out in an endless loop. The scenes were hazy, the faces unrecognizable, and the voices—just garbled echoes of laughter, cries, and desperate shouts.

Chaos reigned in the dream, and though she couldn’t move, she watched everything unfold as if from a third-person view. Yet deep down, she knew—she was that girl standing at the center of it all.

Meanwhile, back at the packhouse, Zion suddenly dropped to his knees as a searing pain tore through his body. His mate bond—his link and connection to Addison—was unraveling; she had severed her mate bond with him along with her connection to the whole pack. He felt it, the link suddenly snapped. It wasn’t the feeling of her dying; no, it was something more agonizing.

It felt as though she had willingly let go of the thread connecting them. His heart twisted violently, and he coughed up blood, each breath like a blade slicing through his chest.

"NO!" Zion roared, the sheer force of his voice shaking the walls of the packhouse.

But even as pain wracked his body, he didn’t hesitate. With a burst of desperation, he charged toward the window and hurled himself through it, glass shattering around him.

He hit the ground hard—he was in so much pain that he couldn’t even land on his feet, his whole body slammed on the ground—but he didn’t stop.

Staggering, dragging his legs beneath him, Zion forced himself up and ran. He had only one destination in mind: the dungeon.

"Addison... Addison..." Zion kept mumbling, his voice raw with desperation as he dragged his feet down to the dungeon. Each step was heavier than the last, but he pushed forward, driven by instinct and pain.

When he finally reached the cell, he was met with the wide-eyed stare of Claire’s startled attendant, who was silently mopping a floor stained dark with blood. The metallic scent hit Zion like a wave—Addison’s blood was everywhere.

His eyes instantly burned red with rage. He didn’t need to ask questions. He didn’t need an explanation. The thick scent, the blood splattered against the stone walls, the lingering trace of silver in the air—it was obvious.

She had been subjected to a silver whipping.

And she had suffered.

"A-Alpha..." the omega stammered, taking an instinctive step back.

Zion’s nose was bleeding, a testament to the pain he was trying to suppress. The agony from the severed mate bond clawed at his insides, threatening to tear him apart. He had come here to find Addison, to demand answers—only to be met with the horrifying truth of what had been done to her instead.

His fury was palpable. He was seeing red.

Inside his mind, Shura—his wolf—was howling in rage, thrashing against the confines of his control. The beast was losing patience, clawing violently at the mental barriers Zion had put in place.

He could feel Shura trying to break free, trying to seize control of his body and unleash unrestrained vengeance. Zion’s vision blurred as the internal war escalated, his breath ragged, body trembling on the edge of complete berserk fury.

He was seconds away from snapping.

"WHERE’S MY MATE?!"Zion’s voice thundered through the dungeon, laced with Shura’s feral growl. It wasn’t just a demand—it was a roar born from agony and rage.

The sheer force of it struck Claire’s attendant like a blow. The terrified omega dropped to her knees, trembling, her eyes wide with panic. Zion had unknowingly unleashed his Alpha authority, and it wrapped around her like an invisible vice.

She couldn’t lie—not with that kind of power bearing down on her. If she tried, the weight of his dominance would crush her from the inside out. Her brain would feel as if it were being squeezed in an unrelenting grip, while her bones twisted beneath an unbearable pressure.

Defiance wasn’t an option. Zion was her Alpha. He was furious and his hostility was directed at her.

Then, without a second’s hesitation—Slash! His clawed hand swung through the air, and the omega’s head was torn clean from her shoulders. A sickening crack followed as he crushed her skull in his palm like it was nothing but fruit.

ROAR!!!

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