The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Their Speculation

Hatred simmered within the Alpha King as his wolf snarled furiously inside him. "No one hurts my pup! No one! I’ll tear them to pieces!" the wolf growled in his mind, its fur bristling, fangs bared, ready to leap and destroy. The Alpha King was on the verge of losing control, struggling to keep his wolf at bay.

Though his rage mirrored the beast within, he couldn’t afford to unleash it—his wolf had lost all reason and would rip through anything in its path. But the effort to restrain it was taking its toll. He felt utterly drained, his strength slipping away as the battle raged within.

It felt as though he had just uncovered a secret that had been buried for years—a long-standing conspiracy orchestrated by the Vampires to bring down their kind. They might not be simply retreating after the war; they might be playing the long game.

Perhaps their sudden withdrawal wasn’t a sign of the werewolves’ victory, but a calculated move. They were waiting. Waiting for the werewolves to weaken from within, to slowly crumble under hidden pressure. And when their strength was nearly gone, the Vampires would return to finish what they started.

It was only a theory—speculation born from piecing together fragmented clues—but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He had no solid proof yet, but given everything that had happened, the likelihood of it being true grew stronger by the day.

Why else would the Vampires go to such lengths to kidnap his daughter from the Royal Grounds, the very heart of the werewolf territory—the most heavily guarded place in their entire domain? If this wasn’t the reason... then none of it made sense.

The Alpha King clenched his fists and slammed them into the wall beside him, the impact sending dust into the air and leaving a deep, jagged crack in the marbled wall. Elric, along with the royal doctor and healer, felt their hearts leap to their throats at the display of raw power.

If that punch had been aimed at any of them, it wouldn’t have just left a bruise—it would’ve torn through flesh and bone. Silently, they stood still as statues, not daring to make a sound.

Elric, who had also heard about the curse from Maxwell, found his thoughts aligning with those of the Alpha King.

He, too, believed that the vampires had kidnapped the princess three years ago during her coming-of-age, not just to harm her, but to destroy her. When they failed to kill her outright, they must have resorted to using a dark witch’s curse, one that targeted her wolf.

It likely wasn’t meant to kill instantly, but rather to slowly erode her spirit from within. Since they couldn’t bring her back to their domain, the vampires continued the war as a distraction, biding their time.

Once the princess’s wolf was close to death, they finally retreated. Now, all they had to do was sit back and watch as the werewolf race weakened from within—ready to strike again when the time was right, to finish the job.

After all, while the Alphas from the various territories were strong enough to fight vampires, none of them were powerful enough to become the Alpha King—the one who could lead and unify the entire race.

Even the Alpha King’s own brother couldn’t take on the mantle; he lacked the strength and presence required to command the loyalty of all werewolves. And though they still had the Alpha King now, the pressing question was: how much longer could he hold his position without an heir? frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The thought alone made Elric uneasy. He had pledged his loyalty to the Alpha King, and if the royal bloodline fell, he too would be doomed. The vampires wouldn’t spare him—they might even turn him and his disciples into little more than living blood banks.

The sheer weight of the possibility made Elric’s head spin. He felt dizzy, on the verge of passing out.

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