The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Under Attack

Zion pursed his lips tightly as he glanced around the room, then leaned against the wall and stared out the window. For a brief moment, he looked worn down—defeated, even—but it passed in an instant. He straightened his back like a towering pine, radiating quiet dominance as a cold wave of bloodlust seeped from his body.

He wordlessly reached for the coffee Levi handed him and took a slow sip, eyes distant. Levi didn’t speak. He knew that look all too well—his Alpha was drifting again, lost in thought.

Despite the sharpness in Zion’s gaze, the tension in his jaw, Levi knew it wasn’t anger aimed at anyone else. Zion was thinking about Addison again—about the years that had passed, the things left unsaid, and the weight of his own mistakes. He didn’t need to ask Addison what went wrong. He knew. He had to.

This self-reflection wasn’t a moment of weakness—it was part of his burden, the responsibility he carried as the one who had hurt her. There would be no excuses, no justifications. Zion dissected the past piece by piece, trying to understand every flaw in his decisions so he could become better.

But was he truly improving? Maybe. Or maybe, in his pursuit of growth, he was becoming colder—more unreadable, more distant. Perhaps no one could understand him now... no one except Levi.

And that, Levi knew, was his privilege.

"Still no news?" Zion asked suddenly, his voice low and cold, without glancing at Levi.

Levi let out a heavy sigh, about to respond, when a sharp, panicked voice tore through the mindlink.

"Beta, Alpha! We’re under attack! Rogues are approaching from the east and south borders—at least three dozen of them! We’ve already deployed warriors to intercept, but we need further orders!"

The message cut off abruptly.

Zion’s eyes narrowed. The link had snapped. That could only mean one thing—the warrior who reported had been killed instantly after sending the warning.

Zion silently set his coffee on the windowsill, his expression darkening. He didn’t speak a word. In one swift motion, he jumped out of the window.

He was already in a bad mood. Now, with Shura clawing beneath the surface, desperate for blood, he welcomed the fight. The rogues wouldn’t know what hit them—because Zion was no longer just responding to an attack.

He was going to hunt.

Levi shook his head with a sigh. ’I almost feel bad for the rogues. Seriously, they picked the worst possible time to attack—Alpha Zion’s in a foul mood. At this point, we’ll probably be doing more cleanup than actual fighting.’

His wolf snorted in amusement, cutting into his thoughts. "You’re not fooling anyone. You’re just mad they didn’t show up sooner—before Alpha Zion trashed his office. That’s what you’re really upset about, isn’t it?"

Levi rolled his eyes mentally as his wolf gave a full-body shake and stretched, already anticipating the fight.

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