The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 The War Begins

As the warning cry echoed through the air, every werewolf tensed, bodies lowering instinctively, ready to leap skyward at a moment’s notice. Above them, the sky burned a deep crimson, stained like blood at dusk. From the distant fortress, the vampires began to emerge—dark shapes rising like a storm of bats, circling high above before sweeping toward the battlefield in a deadly wave. Their numbers were overwhelming, dense enough to blot out the red sky, turning it pitch black.

Growls and snarls rippled through the werewolves as their fangs elongated and claws extended, every muscle coiled with anticipation. Meanwhile, Zion and his team moved into position near the edge of the dark forest—an eerie stretch of trees that looked dead and charred, their twisted limbs as black as coal. The forest offered little cover, no real place to hide.

Zion knew they had to wait—wait for the clash, the chaos, the distraction. Only once the vampires fully engaged the main force could they slip through the shadows and make their move toward the fortress.

They waited, tense and still, until the black, swirling mass of vampires crashed down onto the werewolves holding the front line in the clearing.

"Ahhh!"

"You bat bastards!"

One werewolf was snatched off the ground—lifted by the shoulders as a vampire soared into the sky with him. The werewolf thrashed, claws slashing desperately at the vampire’s grip, but before he could land a blow, the creature hurled him upward into the night.

Another vampire intercepted him mid-air, catching him by the leg. The werewolf dangled helplessly, snarling in panic, only to be thrown again—this time to yet another vampire, like a ball in some airborne game. They passed him back and forth, laughing cruelly, treating him like a toy.

Then, when they grew bored, two vampires seized him—one grabbing his arms, the other his legs. Their massive wings beat in opposite directions as they pulled with increasing force.

"Stop! Stop!" the werewolf screamed in agony, feeling his limbs being stretched unnaturally apart. But instead of stopping, the vampires only grinned—and pulled harder, their muscles straining, until—

Ripped.

The sickening sound of tearing flesh was swallowed by the vampires’ cruel laughter as blood rained across the battlefield. Moments later, what was left of a dying werewolf that crashed to the ground in front of an Alpha locked in combat with two vampires.

The fallen warrior tried to crawl forward—his lower half gone, entrails trailing behind. He choked on blood, reaching out for help, eyes pleading.

But before he could utter a word, a vampire landed beside him and stomped down hard on his skull, silencing him forever. Without pause, the vampire lunged at the Alpha, eager to test his strength against a true apex predator. freewēbnoveℓ.com

He chose poorly.

In one brutal motion, the Alpha tore the vampire apart, spraying blood into the air.

Realizing the mangled corpse at his feet was one of his own warriors, the Alpha threw his head back and unleashed a thunderous roar that shook the treetops.

ROAR!!!

His furious roar echoed across the battlefield, making it clear to all—he was beyond enraged, and he intended to tear through every vampire in his path.

High above, a female vampire hovered midair, sneering. She laughed mockingly at the Alpha’s fury, as if his rage were some amusing tantrum. The others joined in, their laughter echoing like chimes of cruelty. They circled the werewolves below once more, scanning for another victim to toy with.

"Now that you’ve injured me and forced me to heal," she purred, her voice laced with menace, "I’m feeling hungry. Why don’t you be my meal for today?"

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