The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 Humiliated?

If they were tasked with holding the front lines and diverting the vampires’ focus, they felt it was a more manageable challenge. Once inside the fortress, however, there would be no support, no matter how loudly they screamed.

Everyone agreed that it was a bargain. Once the arrangement was finalized, they exited the tent where the meeting had been held. It was still early morning, and most of the warriors were either asleep under the eaves or resting inside their tents.

Life on the frontlines had disrupted the werewolves’ body clocks—nighttime was when the vampires were most active, making it impossible for them to rest then.

Instead, they were forced to adapt to the vampires’ schedule. Sleeping at night meant risking ambushes and surprise attacks from the shadows, which would only lead to more death and bloodshed.

In the mornings, the vampires’ familiars often emerged to stir up trouble or provoke skirmishes, leaving the werewolves with little chance to truly rest. So whenever a moment of calm arrived—like now—they seized the opportunity to sleep and recover.

Zion, too, returned to his pack after the meeting and entered his tent, where a simple meal had already been prepared. Even though all the packs were camping together, each one was responsible for guarding their own supplies and protecting their own interests. Resources weren’t distributed equally here; they had to bring their own resources from their own territories.

When Zion first arrived at the frontlines, the supplies had been barely sufficient—just enough to keep his warriors going. But as the days dragged on, their rations steadily diminished, now barely enough to stave off hunger, let alone keep them battle-ready.

He wasn’t surprised. Even before his departure, he’d already heard the whispers—several allied packs had cut ties with the Midnight River Pack. The fallout was only beginning to show.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that the dwindling supplies were no coincidence. The other packs had clearly cut off their support—not just their alliance, but their lifeline.

For a pack like the Midnight River Pack, which had long depended on the provisions sent in exchange for protection, this was more than abandonment. It was a quiet death sentence. Cruel, but not unexpected.

Zion was furious, but powerless to force them to honor their past promises. In their world, only the strong commanded loyalty.

The weak were cast aside.

So instead of wasting energy on resentment, Zion set his resolve: he would grow stronger. That was why he volunteered for this mission. He had to prove his worth on the frontlines—show the other Alphas that severing ties with the Midnight River Pack was a mistake they couldn’t afford to make.

While Addison may have been part of the reason Zion left his pack so abruptly, she wasn’t the whole reason.

Deep down, he knew that no other Alpha believed in him.

After his father’s death, the Midnight River Pack was seen as a shadow of its former self—its value diminished in the eyes of others. Zion understood that unless he proved his strength, no one would respect him, and no one would seek an alliance with him.

Without allies, the future of his pack would only spiral into decline. Even if he managed to make his pack self-sufficient and strong enough to defend their own territory, they’d still be vulnerable.

In a world where enemies could come in overwhelming numbers, strength alone wasn’t enough—without alliances, they would stand alone when the next army arrived at their doorstep.

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