The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 153: Chapter 153 Battle Between Two Forces

Though Krill’s sacrifice had taken down a powerful vampire, the cost was devastating. The remaining werewolves paused only briefly, their howls of grief echoing across the forest as they felt their link to their Beta severed. Even the Alpha lifted his muzzle to the sky and howled, his voice raw with anguish and fury.

Across the battlefield, the remaining vampires sneered, unbothered. One of their own had fallen, yes, but he had dragged a Beta to hell with him. In their twisted eyes, it was a fair trade. And so, even in loss, they smiled with smug satisfaction, as if this slaughter was nothing more than a bloody game.

"Hahaha! That asshole actually managed to gut a Beta," one of the vampires sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Bet they’re weaker now, just their Alpha and a bunch of pathetic warriors left. So, what do you say? Wanna compete, see who can rack up more kills?"

He grinned as if it were sport, as if bloodshed was nothing more than a playground. But his words ignited a storm of fury among the werewolves. Their fallen Beta’s body hadn’t even grown cold, and already these monsters dared to taunt them, to reduce his sacrifice to a punchline.

A chorus of growls rose from the wolves, low and guttural. Their fur bristled, fangs bared, and saliva dripped from their snarling maws. Hate surged like wildfire through their veins, burning with a need for vengeance.

But even through the red haze of rage, the Alpha’s steady presence anchored them. His commanding growl, a low rumble of authority and control, was a reminder: this was not about revenge alone. They would fight, but not recklessly. Their fallen comrade deserved more than a blind, vengeful slaughter. He deserved a victory.

"Don’t lose your minds now!" The Alpha’s voice echoed through the pack’s mindlink, firm and commanding. "Don’t let hatred blind you. If we lose control, they’ll take advantage and cut us down like flies. Always remember: strategy over emotion. Vampires are stronger than us, but if you let your rage lead, you’ll only throw Krill’s sacrifice away!" noveldrama

The pack froze, their bodies tense and ready to pounce, claws digging into the soil as fury burned in their eyes. But the Alpha’s words cut through the red haze clouding their judgment. He was right. The vampires wanted them to lose it, to become reckless, predictable, easy prey.

The realization grounded them.

They could grieve Krill later. If they all died here, driven by vengeance, not only would they dishonor his sacrifice, they’d put their Alpha in danger too.

"Understood, Alpha!" the Gamma responded, stepping forward with grim resolve. He positioned himself protectively in front of the Alpha as the rest of the wolves moved in unison, fanning out, fangs still bared, circling the two remaining vampires like a tightening noose.

"Oho? These mutts can think? Now that’s a surprise." One of the vampires sneered, raising his hands mockingly and wiggling his fingers in the air like a child trying to taunt his playmates. The gesture was meant to provoke, and normally, it might have worked; werewolves were famously hot-blooded, their pride easily stirred. But their Alpha remained vigilant.

"Stay sharp. Don’t bite the bait," he reminded them again through the mindlink. His calm presence kept them steady. "This isn’t just a clash of strength, it’s a battle of minds. Those who lose control, lose the war."

Indeed, brute force wasn’t the only way to fight. Taunts, tricks, and mind games were weapons too, and the vampires were masters at it. Especially the lower-class ones who had no concept of honor. They thrived in chaos and filth, always ready to fight dirty. The werewolves, by contrast, were creatures of instinct and discipline, bound by loyalty and a code of conduct. When the two sides clashed, it was always a collision of values as much as power.

"I always thought their heads were just for decoration," the same vampire chuckled darkly. "Guess not."

Then, without warning, his smile twisted into a snarl, and he lunged at the nearest werewolf, aiming to disrupt the formation. He knew if they let the wolves box them in, it would be over. Their only chance was to break through before the noose tightened.

"Don’t let them get away!" the Alpha commanded through the mindlink, his voice sharp and filled with fury. He gave one final, sorrowful glance at his fallen Beta before launching himself into the fray.

With a snarl, he lunged and sank his fangs into one vampire’s arm. Before the creature could retaliate, the Alpha whipped him through the air and slammed him hard against a nearby tree, the impact cracking the trunk. Without hesitation, he raked his claws across the vampire’s stomach, flesh tore, and intestines spilled out like a ruptured dam.

The vampire stared at the massive midnight-black wolf in front of him, eyes wide with horror, as if he’d just come face to face with death itself.

Still, he managed to stumble back, clutching his torn abdomen, trying to shove his innards back inside while leaving a trail of blood in his wake. But the Alpha was relentless, hot on his heels.

Meanwhile, the rest of the pack surrounded the second vampire, preventing him from helping his companion. Outnumbered and overwhelmed, he could only watch helplessly.

The vampires finally realized they had gravely underestimated their opponents. The cocky smirks they once wore had vanished, replaced with grim seriousness. They exchanged a silent glance, the kind warriors share when they know the tide has turned against them.

Realizing they were at a disadvantage, the vampires finally stopped playing around and got serious. The one surrounded by the elite warriors and the Gamma unleashed his full form, his body transforming as massive, leathery black wings unfurled from his back. With a bone-chilling shriek, he let out a sonic scream so piercing it nearly ruptured the werewolves’ eardrums.

At such close range, several wolves dropped to the ground, whining in agony. Some shifted back into human form, clutching their ears as blood dripped between their fingers. Disoriented and staggering, the pack was momentarily incapacitated, and the vampire seized the opportunity.

With a powerful beat of his wings, he shot into the air. At about twenty meters high, he suddenly plummeted like a missile. The wolves below were still struggling to regain their bearings, barely able to stay on their knees, making them easy prey. In a flash, his descent ended in carnage, tearing into the disoriented werewolves and reducing several elite fighters to mangled flesh. Only the Gamma survived, narrowly dodging the worst thanks to his quick reflexes.

The Alpha, also dazed, shook his massive wolf head violently to dispel the lingering dizziness. Meanwhile, the vampire he’d been fighting used the brief reprieve to hastily heal himself, but he had already burned through much of his energy earlier. His regeneration was slowing, and hunger clawed at him.

Eyes now glowing with ravenous desperation, the vampire turned toward the Gamma.

The Alpha saw it.

In that instant, just as the vampire lunged forward, claws extended, fangs bared, ready to sink his teeth into the Gamma’s throat, the Alpha struck.

With explosive speed, he intercepted the vampire mid-air and bit clean through his neck, severing his head before it could reach its target. The vampire’s body dropped limp, blood spurting as his decapitated corpse collapsed beside the Gamma.