The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-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.

The brief moment of levity passed, and both Levi and Zion ran toward the border, their expressions hardening with resolve.

Levi’s usual calm gave way to a quiet fury. While he wasn’t as consumed by rage as Zion, the attack still hit close to home. These were their people—the same ones who had wronged Addison, yes—but they were still his pack. He had grown up with them. Despite their flaws, despite everything, he couldn’t accept that they were being slaughtered.

Mid-run, Zion shifted seamlessly into his wolf form, not even bothering to strip off his clothes. There was no time to waste. Levi followed suit, both of them charging headfirst toward the fight that awaited them at the border.

As Zion tore through the forest in his massive wolf form, the ground trembled beneath his powerful strides, each pawprint leaving deep impressions in the earth. His presence was thunderous, but his mind was razor-sharp, reaching out through the pack-wide mindlink with authority. freeweɓnovel-cøm

"Everyone, stay calm and follow protocol. Warriors stationed at the east and south borders—hold your ground and don’t let a single rogue break through."

"North and west border teams, remain in position. This could be a diversion. Stay sharp and report any unusual movement immediately."

"To all warriors stationed within the pack grounds—do not drop your guard. Sweep your surroundings and double-check every inch. If you spot anything out of place, alert me at once."

His tone was commanding but steady, a beacon of control in the rising storm of chaos.

"Noncombatants, head to the safe bunkers immediately!" Zion commanded through the mindlink, his voice sharp and unwavering. "If the defensive line is breached, be ready to protect the elders and the young at all costs. The pack house must be sealed tight—no one gets in or out until I give the order to reopen."

His instructions were clear and swift, leaving no room for confusion. Without waiting for further orders, Levi, running just a step behind Zion on his left, veered off toward the eastern border to take command of the defense there.

Over the years, Gamma Levi had poured everything into honing his strength. His offensive capabilities had grown immensely—not out of ambition, but out of guilt. He believed he had failed Addison once, not because of a wrong decision, but because he hadn’t been strong enough to protect her when she needed him most.

Now, he was determined. Strong enough to never let that happen again. Strong enough to never be powerless in the face of loss.

Because of Levi’s relentless drive to become stronger, Zion often used him as a sparring partner—an outlet for his stress and frustration. Their training sessions were brutal, almost feral. Levi never held back. He didn’t just aim to land a punch—he clawed, bit, and fought like a beast trying to draw blood, just like Zion when he went feral. It was the only way he could punish Zion for the pain he’d caused their Luna.

The physical wounds were temporary—Zion’s body healed almost instantly—but Levi hoped that each hit, each blow, would make him feel a fraction of what Addison had endured. Compared to her suffering, this was nothing. And Zion understood that. He never retaliated with full force. He let Levi unleash his rage, accepting it in silence, because he knew he deserved it.

Levi had always been close to Addison, not just as her Gamma, but through the unique bond they shared. Though it wasn’t as deep as a mate bond, it was strong enough that he felt her heartache—echoes of it, at least. And if those secondhand emotions had nearly crushed him, then the original pain Addison had endured must have felt like dying over and over again.

That thought alone made it nearly impossible for Levi to forgive Zion.

But because of all this, Gamma Levi truly did improve. His relentless drive to become stronger—and the satisfaction of being able to challenge and even hurt Zion during their sparring—pushed him beyond his limits.

Over time, he had grown not only in strength but in stature, his body becoming broader and more muscular than before. Some of that growth may have also stemmed from his recent promotion to Beta—a rank above Gamma in the pack hierarchy, which also promoted his wolf and provided him with more room for growth—bringing both greater responsibility and power.

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