The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 87 The Hunt

For Zion, even if he couldn’t immediately identify who was trying to infiltrate his territory, it didn’t really matter. The repeated rogue attacks—where wave after wave of warriors were sent only to be slaughtered—meant that the enemy had already sacrificed too much to walk away now.

They were fully committed, and that left them with only two possible outcomes: be annihilated by Zion once he uncovered their identity, or crumble from within as their forces were gradually depleted, leaving them as nothing more than a fragile house of cards.

And if, in a desperate attempt to escape destruction, they chose to go down in flames and leak the secret to every faction across the land, that too would be a foolish move. Not only would they incur Zion’s wrath, but they’d also risk enraging the monarch of this domain. Doing so would guarantee their total eradication.

With a wicked grin, Zion locked eyes with the brown wolf. The change in Zion’s aura was immediate—charged, lethal, and brimming with aggression. He was in full offensive mode now, no longer holding back, and the brown wolf felt it. Its fur bristled instinctively, lips curling to bare its fangs as it shifted into a defensive stance.

Zion gave one last smirk before shifting into his wolf form. Then, without hesitation, he lunged forward. He no longer cared about capturing any of the attackers—there was no point if they were all going to die anyway. Besides, he suspected the rogues had no real idea what they were involved in, likely used as pawns in a larger scheme.

So he would end it.

Unleashing his full power, Zion’s speed and strength became a blur of savage precision. Before the others could even react, he crashed into one of the werewolves with his massive frame, sending it flying through the air until it slammed into a tree with a sickening thud.

A sharp whine escaped the wolf Zion had sent flying, followed by a sickening crack—its spine likely shattered. The others could only watch as the fallen wolf’s breaths grew weaker, shallower... until they finally ceased altogether.

Without waiting another moment, the remaining werewolves lunged at Zion all at once. But killing him wasn’t going to be easy.

Zion twisted mid-movement, sinking his fangs into the throat of one attacker. With a vicious jerk, he hurled the wolf into another charging at him, the collision sending both sprawling. Without hesitation, Zion clamped down harder on the wolf in his jaws and snapped its neck with a brutal crunch.

Blood still dripping from his maw, he lunged after the second wolf he had thrown. But before he could finish it off, the brown wolf—realizing his underlings were falling like flies—finally stopped watching from the sidelines and launched himself into the fight with a feral, enraged snarl.

Because of this, Zion barely managed to step back in time, earning a deep scratch along his side just beneath the ribs. But he didn’t flinch. He pressed on, relentless, tearing through his enemies as though pain didn’t exist. The brown wolf continued his assault with cold precision, using his subordinates as pawns—throwing them at Zion like fodder to wear him down. While Zion dealt with the swarm, the brown wolf circled, striking strategically, each blow meant to chip away at Zion’s strength.

It worked.

Soon, Zion’s body was riddled with wounds, his once clean fur soaked in blood. Still, he fought like a beast possessed. But no matter how strong he was, even he had limits. His hind leg faltered, unable to keep up with the damage his healing ability couldn’t heal in time. He staggered—just for a second.

But it was all the opening the brown wolf needed.

With a triumphant snarl, the brown wolf lunged, this time not for distraction, but for the kill—his fangs aimed straight at Zion’s throat.

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