The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Chapter 378 During the Night of the Attack

He had come straight from slaughtering the enemies who had breached their defenses and invaded their territory, leaving destruction wherever he went. The attackers had even set fire to homes, hoping to burn down both the buildings and the people trapped inside, a cruel and hateful act that only deepened the fury burning in Maxwell’s eyes.

Luckily, the pack members had already been sent to the packhouse, where the Beta ordered some of the best warriors to protect them. Thanks to Maxwell and the others’ timely intervention, the attackers never managed to reach the packhouse, but even so, most of the nearby houses were burned to the ground, along with part of the remaining supplies from the granary.

But how did things turn out like this?

「During the Night of the Attack」

"Protect Beta Levi at all costs!" the warriors shouted as they closed ranks around him, forming a protective circle. But Levi’s murderous gaze never wavered from Greg.

Greg, however, only looked amused. To him, Levi — a man already doomed to die — was merely struggling to act tough, which made the sight almost laughable.

So, he decided to play with them a little. With a subtle gesture, he signaled his men to slow down, allowing Levi’s group to retreat bit by bit, luring them into a false sense of security.

But Greg’s little game came with a cost. Some of his own people would inevitably die in the process, and they knew it. Still, they had no choice. Bound under Greg’s control, they couldn’t disobey even if they wanted to. All they could do was fight desperately, trying not to die at the hands of their enemies.

With gritted teeth, Greg’s men obeyed, forcing their bodies to move despite the dread gnawing at them. Greg, on the other hand, stood tall and unmoving, watching as his subordinates charged past him, and let them pretend to pursue Levi and his warriors.

"Ke ke ke..." Greg’s deranged laughter echoed through the night as his gaze locked onto Levi’s paling face. Levi’s glare never wavered, even as his strength began to fail him. Blood dripped steadily from his wounds, his body trembling from exhaustion.

He wanted to keep fighting, to tear Greg apart with his bare hands, but his body had already reached its limit.

Inside him, his wolf struggled desperately to heal his injuries, but it was weakening fast, its connection to Levi flickering in and out like a dying flame. The silver and wolfsbane coursing through his veins burned like poison, crippling his regeneration.

Still, the wolf refused to give up. It howled frantically within Levi’s mind, "Stay awake! Don’t close your eyes! If you sleep now... you might never wake again!"

Levi fought against the pull of darkness with everything he had, forcing his eyes to stay open. His burning hatred for Greg was the only thing keeping him conscious, the sheer desire to see that bastard fall by his own hands.

If he couldn’t kill Greg himself, then at least he wanted to live long enough to witness his downfall.

But hatred and willpower could only do so much. His body had reached its breaking point. He and his warriors had been fighting in this part of the forest for what felt like forever, yet their reinforcements had yet to arrive.

Desperation was setting in; they needed to retreat, to get Levi treated, or he truly wouldn’t make it.

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