The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: Chapter 381 Rescue Levi

The ground trembled beneath his paws, scattering dirt and leaves in his path.

Because of his sheer speed, the warriors behind him quickly lost sight of Alpha Maxwell. They could only rely on their sharp sense of smell to follow the faint trace he left behind, sprinting with everything they had, but even then, it wasn’t enough to keep up with Maxwell’s desperate, furious pace.

"Grrr..." Maxwell’s wolf let out a low, anxious snarl as he ran, tension rippling through his muscles. A growing sense of worry gnawed at him. How was he supposed to explain this to Addison?

It wasn’t his fault — not directly — but as an Alpha, he carried the burden of responsibility for those under his protection. Levi might not be his Beta, but he was Addison’s other fated mate, and Maxwell, being the stronger of the two, couldn’t help but feel that it was his duty to protect him.

The thought pressed heavily on his chest, tightening like a vice. No matter how he tried to reason with himself, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was still his fault.

"Speed up! Don’t fall too far behind, Alpha Maxwell will need our support once he reaches the intruders!" one of the warriors barked through the mindlink, his tone sharp and urgent. The others responded with low growls and snarls of agreement as they raced through the forest in their wolf forms.

With no way to speak directly to Maxwell while transformed, all they could do was push their pace and stay close, determined to be there when Alpha Maxwell needed them.

Right now, Maxwell couldn’t think of anything else, as his sole purpose was to rescue Levi. Everything else could wait.

While Maxwell was sprinting through the forest, racing toward Levi’s location, things on Levi’s side had already turned dangerous. The warriors guarding him had been cornered once again by Greg’s people; it was the third time now. Each time, Greg’s men would let them slip away, only to hunt them down again in a cruel game of cat and mouse chase.

Every time Levi’s group managed to create distance, Greg’s werewolves would close in, killing one or two before letting the survivors flee again. Now, only three warriors remained standing around Levi, the one carrying him and two others shielding their flanks.

All were badly wounded, deep gashes tearing across their bodies. Greg’s people made sure the wounds were just shy of fatal, forcing them to heal just enough to run, but never enough to recover. The cycle repeated over and over, a relentless torment that left them exhausted and barely holding on.

"Ugh... Captain... I’m almost at my limit," the warrior in front of the man carrying Levi croaked, voice thin with exhaustion. "My wolf has healed me five times already. I’ve burned through so much energy. I can barely lift my legs. I’ll make the sacrifice. You and the others run on my signal."

He forced out a ragged breath, eyes burning with stubborn resolve. They all knew the truth: if they tried to keep running as they were, everyone would die. What they needed now was time, time to stall the enemy long enough for reinforcements to arrive.

They would have to turn Greg’s arrogance against him, gamble that while the attackers toyed with them in their cruel cat-and-mouse game, their comrades would be closing in to provide support. If luck and fate held, the remaining survivors might yet make it out alive.

That was what they’d been counting on all this time, buying time, stalling, and gambling on survival. But they had clearly underestimated the enemy’s shamelessness. Greg and his people knew nothing of a wolf’s pride or dignity; they relied on deceit, ambushes, and every dirty trick they could think of to win.

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