The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 The Truth

But before Levi could gather his thoughts, Zion continued.

"The worst part was... she was already pregnant when I found her." His voice dropped, thick with pity.

"I was mortified. She never told me who the father was—refused to speak about it at all. I asked her how long she’d been imprisoned there, but she wouldn’t answer that either. When I tried to press her for clarification, she didn’t deny my assumptions—just laughed, this quiet, self-deprecating laugh... so full of sadness it haunted me."

He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched tightly. "I couldn’t leave her there. So I snuck her out—got her away from that hellhole before our forces stormed the place. Aside from me and the men who infiltrated with me, no one else knew. I had to keep it that way, at least until we could get her back to the Royal Capital safely."

Zion’s eyes darkened with the weight of the memory. "It was all just a coincidence—one I never saw coming."

...

A month before the end of the war.

"Alpha Zion, are you certain you’re prepared to take on the infiltration mission?" asked one of the older Alphas from the northern territory. A long, jagged scar ran from the top right of his scalp down across his left eye—an old wound from a silver blade that never properly healed. That eye, though still able to open, was now clouded white, its iris and pupil long lost and blinded.

He was an intimidating figure, his presence commanding even among seasoned warriors. As the acting commander of the coalition of Alphas from various territories, he held authority not just because of his age but his experience.

Having faced vampires and other hostile races for decades, he was ranked third among the strongest Alphas—his influence second only to the late Alpha Zion’s father. With the elder gone, he had moved up a place in the hierarchy.

Zion, though already a legend on the battlefield and known widely as the ’Beast Alpha,’ was still the youngest among them. Despite his accolades, in the eyes of the Northern Alpha, he was little more than a reckless youth.

"Yes, Alpha Damon. My warriors and I can infiltrate the fortress as soon as night falls. Once the enemy leaves to launch their attack, we’ll seize the opportunity to slip inside. You and the others just need to hold the front—buy us enough time to open the gates from within so our forces can swarm in and wipe them out," Zion declared with unwavering confidence, his voice steady and resolute.

He stood his ground, eyes locked with Damon’s, refusing to blink or waver. He knew many of the older Alphas still doubted him—saw him as too young, too reckless, too unstable.

Though his strength was undeniable, the memory of him losing control and letting his wolf go berserk still haunted the council. To them, he was a dangerous wildcard, not a dependable leader.

But this mission—if he succeeded—it would change everything. His reputation, his standing in the alliance, their perception of him as just a volatile youth... all of it would shift. And he was well aware of the stakes.

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