The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358: Chapter 358 Reagan

Maxwell didn’t hold back. The moment he was convinced that the cloaked figure was Greg, he lunged forward with full intent to kill. His body partially shifted, claws elongating, coarse fur spreading along his arms, and his canines sharpening as his golden eyes began to glow with feral light. His face twisted in fury, every muscle tense with hatred that burned hotter than fire.

"You will die by my hands..." Maxwell growled, his voice a chilling blend of man and beast. The sound carried the depth of his wolf’s rage, low, guttural, and terrifying, like something that had crawled up from the pits of hell itself.

The cloaked man froze mid-step, startled by the raw killing intent aimed at him. He didn’t react immediately when Maxwell attacked; instead, his eyes narrowed beneath the hood as if trying to understand.

He could feel the searing hatred directed his way, yet confusion flickered within him; he was certain he had never met this man before, never done anything that should earn such murderous wrath.

The cloaked man still didn’t speak. He merely stared at Maxwell for a few tense moments before smoothly evading every strike Maxwell unleashed. Around them, the battle raged, warriors of the Golden Hue Pack clashed fiercely with the rogues that had come alongside the cloaked stranger. Alpha Hue soon joined the fray, not to drive the rogues away but to eradicate them completely.

To Alpha Hue, sparing such creatures was the same as inviting disaster to return another day. Rogues like these no longer had the minds of men; they were beasts wearing human skin, consumed entirely by the madness of their wolves.

Too long in the wild had stripped them of sanity and reason. Just as a man who lived among beasts would forget the ways of men, these rogues had abandoned their humanity, no longer capable of speech or compassion, only bloodlust and instinct. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Even the old human tale of Tarzan couldn’t compare, for at least that wild man learned to love and protect. These rogues, however, had no such light left in them. They were nothing but monsters that needed to be put down.

To stop them from spreading death elsewhere, Alpha Hue wanted no mercy, "Kill them all!" his roar thundered across the battlefield. Maxwell barely registered it; the mate bond with Addison amplified his fury until it consumed him.

His breath came harsh and ragged, his chest heaving, and a flush of red rimmed his vision. All he could see was the cloaked figure. Everything else fell away into a haze of hatred and the single, violent intent to end whoever stood before him.

The more Maxwell thought about it, the more his body throbbed with phantom pain, his muscles aching as if reliving that day when he’d found Addison barely clinging to life.

"You..." The word caught in his throat, swallowed by the rising storm inside him. His mind pulsed with a single word—kill... kill... kill...—a dark mantra echoing through his thoughts.

His wolf clawed violently within, desperate to break free, to rend and destroy, to drown its anguish and fury in blood. If he didn’t release it soon, Maxwell knew they would both be consumed—mind, body, and soul—by the madness boiling inside him.

The mate bond pulsed through him, in his veins, his bones, his very soul, and because the one hurt was his mate, the memory dragged him toward madness. Even though it was in the past, the image was enough to set him ablaze. He attacked and attacked, vision bleeding red, every strike driven by a single, brutal purpose: to kill the man before him.

He clawed, kicked, and even snapped his jaws when the man got close enough, but the cloaked figure moved like a loach, slippery and unpredictable, as if he could read Maxwell’s every move.

Each attack missed by a hair’s breadth, every strike met only with empty air. Maxwell suddenly swung upward in a fierce, vertical slash meant to catch him off guard, yet the man twisted away effortlessly, reacting as though he had eyes all over his body.

A vein pulsed on Maxwell’s forehead, threatening to burst as his teeth ground together.

"Grrr..." he growled, patience slipping away with every failed strike.

At last, Maxwell surrendered to his wolf. He shifted fully, letting his wolf, Reagan, take command. "I’ll gut him, rip him open until even his mother won’t know him," Reagan snarled in Maxwell’s mind. Maxwell vaulted into the air and completed the change.

When he landed, he was a massive silver grey wolf, majestic and cold as moonlight. A white breath fogged from his jaws as he howled, a long, raw cry that rolled across the forest.

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