The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Infiltration Mission Starts

Using their speed and the dense shadows of the Dark Forest, Zion and his team moved like ghosts, hidden from sight. Zion, with his midnight-black fur, was practically invisible in the darkness, allowing them to slip past the vampires undetected.

But the task was far from easy. Zion had to keep a constant watch—his sharp eyes tracking both the battlefield and the fortress in the distance to ensure no vampire noticed their approach.

Once they were at a safe distance, the team shifted back into their human forms. Silently, they dressed and pulled on enchanted cloaks woven with concealment magic, crafted specifically to suppress their presence.

Werewolves might rely on scent to detect intruders, but vampires were different. Their senses were eerily refined, almost like antennae—able to pick up the faintest sounds, the lightest shift in energy.

Zion and his team moved with extreme caution. Every breath was shallow, every step calculated. No one dared make a sound. Their survival—and the mission—depended on perfect silence until they reached their target.

After activating the cloaks, Zion and the others moved quickly—time was against them. The magic woven into the fabric would only last for thirty minutes, fading once the enchantment wore off. With no time to spare, they sprinted through the forest, shadows clinging to them like a second skin.

They didn’t attempt to scale the fortress walls from the back; that route was heavily guarded. The vampires had learned from past infiltration attempts and kept vigilant watch over every obvious point of entry.

Instead, Zion led them to a narrow tunnel—a dog hole he had discovered during earlier reconnaissance. It was crude and small, not something a proud werewolf would ever consider using. For most of their kind, crawling through dirt like a lowly mutt was unthinkable. They preferred charging head-on into battle over slinking through the earth.

But Zion wasn’t like most werewolves. To him, strategy mattered more than pride. This was just another piece of the plan. Even as Shura, his wolf, snarled in protest, roaring that this act was beneath them, that it was shameful, Zion remained focused. He pushed aside the noise in his head and crawled forward, knowing this was the only way in.

The vampires had never considered sealing off the dog hole—why would they? It was small, insignificant, and beneath their notice. Like the werewolves, they assumed no one would be shameless enough to use such a humiliating route. But that oversight was exactly what Zion had counted on.

During the day, while scouting the perimeter, Zion had secretly widened the tunnel. The original gap was too narrow for someone of his size—he was a large man, and there was no way he would have fit without getting stuck. So he spent time carefully digging it out, just enough to allow him and his team to crawl through.

Now, with the cloak’s enchantment ticking down, he was grateful for the foresight. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was effective—and at this moment, that was all that mattered.

After crawling through the tunnel, they split into two groups. One, led by Beta Greg, was tasked with reaching the metal gate to unlock it from the inside. Zion, however, went alone—his mission was different. He had to infiltrate the palace and determine whether the captured werewolves could still be saved.

He sent the rest with Greg for a reason. If something went wrong, they’d have a better chance fending off the vampires as a unit. Zion, on the other hand, needed to move quickly and silently, without being slowed down by others. Though several infiltration attempts had failed before, this was the first time an alpha was involved—and not just any alpha. Zion was powerful enough to take on five vampires at once without losing his ground. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

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