The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383: Chapter 383 The Chase Ends

Their blood was boiling. So many of their people were dead, and those men had the gall to mock the fallen. They couldn’t stand it. Veins throbbed at their temples as each man fought to leash the wolves inside him.

The captain wanted to tell his men to ignore the taunts, but even he felt his stomach twist in fury at those vile words that desecrated the memory of their fallen comrades. His fists clenched, and he shut his eyes tight, trying to contain the rage burning within him.

When he opened them again, his irises glowed a deep, furious red, the unmistakable mark of hatred threatening to consume him.

But he couldn’t give in. Not now. He couldn’t just abandon Levi to chase vengeance against those rogues.

Greg, following closely behind, heard the taunts too, yet instead of rebuking his men, he merely chuckled, as if he shared their perverse amusement. It was clear then that whatever shred of morality Greg once had was long gone.

Perhaps it was because he himself had suffered humiliation before and now found twisted satisfaction in watching others endure the same. Or maybe he’d simply been broken by his past, numbed to the suffering of others.

A smirk curved across Greg’s lips. Though Levi’s people couldn’t see it, they heard his mocking snort echo from just behind them. It meant Greg and his men were close, so close that they could have struck already.

But they didn’t. Instead, they chose to drag it out, tormenting their prey with words and waiting to see them crumble under fear and rage before delivering the final blow.

Such twisted, sinister minds truly did flock together.

The captain clenched his jaw so tightly that his molars ground against each other, the sound harsh in his ears until he could almost taste blood on his tongue. His whole body trembled with fury he could barely contain. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

His wolf thrashed violently within him, echoing his rage and grief, and that only made it worse. The beast inside him wanted to tear those bastards apart for their words, for the way they mocked the fallen.

After all, those who had died weren’t just comrades; they were his brothers, wolves who had run beside him through countless days in the forest during patrols. They’d been raised together, fought together, survived together.

They were family, bound not just by blood, but by instinct as werewolves. And now, hearing their memory dragged through the dirt, both man and beast burned with the same uncontrollable hatred.

"Do you just fucking stand there and let these bastards talk shit about our fallen brothers?!"The captain’s wolf roared inside him, its voice trembling with both fury and sorrow, a guttural sound born from grief. It too mourned the loss of its kin, the wolves who once ran beside it through the good and bad days.

"We can’t really take them head-on right now. We have to get Beta Levi to safety — for the Princess." He wanted to rip them apart. The thought burned in him. ’God, I want to smash their heads in. My hatred won’t stop until I do.’

He spoke the last words only to his wolf, the fury echoing in his mind as a low, animal growl. His chest heaved; pain and rage mixed under his ribs. Then he forced himself to breathe, closed his eyes for a heartbeat, and refocused on running.

"Pathetic loser," the wolf snarled, but then it backed down. It understood the pack’s rules better than its human half did. Hierarchy came first; vengeance could wait. So the beast curled its fury into the far corner of the captain’s mind and forced itself to be still.

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