The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Chapter 84 One Versus Many

Over the past three years, his territory had suffered rogue attacks more than once—and the frequency had only increased. This was already the second attack this month. Normally, rogue incidents happened once or twice a year, usually when food in the forests ran scarce and desperate rogues crossed borders in search of prey. Smaller, isolated trespasses were common. But full-blown assaults involving large numbers of rogues—those were rare, often happening only once a year.

Yet something had changed.

Zion had noticed a disturbing pattern in these recent attacks. They weren’t random anymore. They felt orchestrated. Intentional.

And that was why, this time, he waited. He observed. He needed to be sure.

And now that he was—he was done holding back.

In a matter of seconds, Zion killed the rogue in front of him with a single, devastating swipe of his paw. His claws tore deep into the wolf’s throat, leaving a gaping, bloody wound. The rogue staggered back, blood pouring freely from the gash—so much that his healing abilities couldn’t keep up.

Instinctively, the wolf shifted back to his human form and collapsed to his knees, clutching at his throat in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. But the wound was too severe. His trachea had been torn open, flesh hanging grotesquely as blood gushed between his fingers like a broken faucet. There was no saving him.

"Ugh—Cough!" the rogue groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood as his body trembled. The other rogues stiffened, clearly shaken by Zion’s sudden, lethal strike. But Zion’s attention wasn’t on the dying man—it was locked on the tattoo inked over the rogue’s chest, just above his heart.

A spider lily intertwined with a crescent moon.

Zion’s eyes narrowed, his instincts screaming that the symbol meant something more.

The moment the brown wolf noticed where Zion was staring, his reaction was swift and brutal—he lunged forward and ripped out the dying rogue’s heart, shredding the tattoo along with it in a single vicious motion.

Zion’s jaw clenched. That one act confirmed his suspicion—there was something about that mark. ’An emblem? A crest?’ Whatever it was, they were willing to kill to keep it hidden.

As soon as the brown wolf moved, the others snapped out of their stupor and launched themselves at Zion all at once. One lunged for his front leg, another for his hind leg—they were clearly trying to immobilize him by taking out his footing.

But Zion wasn’t just any Alpha. After three years of fighting on the front lines, his battle instincts were honed to a razor’s edge—far beyond what these rogues could handle.

Instead of wasting time on the lesser threats, Zion sprang straight toward the brown wolf, jaws wide as he aimed to tear into the side of its face. But the wolf was quick—agile enough to narrowly dodge Zion’s lethal bite. The others immediately rallied to protect their leader without hesitation, their coordination confirming once more that this attack was far from random.

One rogue even threw himself directly into Zion’s path to shield the brown wolf. Big mistake.

Zion’s fangs closed around the rogue’s neck in a brutal snap. The crack of bone echoed through the air as Zion crushed his spine without a second thought. His gaze never left the brown wolf—focused, locked in, and burning with ruthless intent.

Zion didn’t stop.

The other wolves lunged at him, but he moved with uncanny precision—dodging as if he had eyes on the back of his head. Every time they struck, he shifted just enough—darting forward, sideways, or twisting his massive frame—throwing them off balance. And each time, he countered with brutal efficiency.

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