The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 193: Chapter 193 She’ll Fight Them

Meanwhile, Zion, Maxwell, and Levi abruptly rose, unsteady on their feet. Their faces were flushed, their pupils dilated, clearly struggling to fight whatever influence was clouding their senses. Rage burned behind their eyes as they realized something had gone terribly wrong.

But before they could act, the Tigren women clung to them like leeches, refusing to let go. Their hands roamed boldly, growing more shameless by the second as they touched places they hadn’t dared to explore earlier. One particularly brazen woman even slipped her hand into Zion’s trousers, her fingers shamelessly seeking the most intimate part of him.

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"Argh!" the woman screamed in pain, baring her teeth at Zion. He hadn’t just twisted her wrist, he’d used so much force that the bone pierced through her skin and stuck out, as if he meant to rip her hand clean off for daring to touch him.

Earlier, he’d felt sluggish, disoriented, his thoughts clouded, and his body slow to respond. But how could he not? The wine they’d been drinking was laced with wolfsbane and a hallucinogen, powerful enough to dull even a shifter’s senses.

It made them seem drunk, just enough to fool Addison, who wouldn’t suspect anything was wrong. That explained why the fruity wine had been unusually strong.

Desperate to clear his mind, Zion had even called on Shura to help burn the toxins from his system. And now, finally seeing things clearly, rage boiled within him. The realization hit hard: Chieftain Leon hadn’t just tried to seduce Addison, he had orchestrated a trap. If he couldn’t win her over willingly, he’d force her hand... even if it meant drugging and conspiring against all of them.

He had been so disoriented that it felt like the entire world was swimming around him. He hadn’t even realized that other women were touching him. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve reacted immediately; he hated being touched by strangers, especially women he had no feelings for.

Before, he might have tolerated it to make Addison jealous, but not anymore. He’d already come to his senses after all the times he’d hurt her; he never wanted to be the cause of her pain again. That meant no more games, no more reckless provocations, and definitely no more hurting her heart.

But just now, if it weren’t for the sudden, searing pain that pierced through his chest, he might not have broken free of the drug-induced haze. It was that jolt og pain, sharp and scalding, that snapped him out of the hallucinogen’s grip and gave him just enough clarity to push the woman away before she could take full advantage of him. And it wasn’t just him; Maxwell and Levi felt it too. The same pain, burning near their hearts, and like him, it shook them back into awareness.

’We let our guard down, damn it!’ Zion cursed inwardly, rage boiling in his veins. ’Who said the Tigrens were straightforward and not cunning? That damn Chieftain is a sly fox, playing downright dirty and shameless!’ His fury echoed inside him, and Shura, his wolf, was already losing control, growling and thrashing within the bond, as if Zion was on the verge of going feral.

And then he saw her, Addison, doubled over in pain.

Without thinking, Zion crouched down, desperate to reach her, to offer any comfort he could. But before he could even lay a hand on her, Leon stepped forward possessively, blocking his way like a territorial beast. The Tigren Chieftain’s stance was clear: no male was allowed near Addison.

Tigrens were different. While their males were allowed to have many women, especially someone of Leon’s status, their women were expected to belong to one man alone. And now that Leon had marked Addison in this twisted ritual, he was acting like she was already his.

Leon let out a deafening, territorial roar at Zion, a warning to back off. But there was no way in hell Zion would retreat, not when his mate was in pain. He knew Addison would never be safe with someone as deceitful as Leon. If protecting her meant breaking the negotiations, so be it. Zion would never sacrifice her for any alliance or treaty.

As he took a firm step forward, ready to fight, Maxwell and Levi moved in beside him. Alone, Zion might not stand a chance against the Tigren Chieftain, but with these two by his side, they just might hold their ground.

Still, they were outnumbered. Tigrens surrounded them, but unlike werewolves, Tigrens preferred to settle disputes through a personal duel. Especially when it came to matters of pride... or women. Brutal, primal, and barbaric, that was the Tigren way.

And Leon, full of arrogance and confidence in his strength, didn’t even flinch at the challenge. He welcomed it. In his mind, all he had to do was cripple Addison’s mates, leave them broken and barely breathing. He wouldn’t kill them, of course. That might hurt his "new bride."

"STOP!" Addison growled, her voice strained with pain. Her body curled in on itself like a wounded shrimp, cold sweat clinging to her pale face as her eyes burned red with exhaustion and agony.

The weak sound of her cry, so broken, so helpless, struck a nerve deep in Zion’s chest and ignited a storm of fury. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, watch her suffer like this any longer.

He blamed himself. For letting his guard down. For failing to notice the Chieftain’s sudden shift in demeanor. For underestimating just how low the Tigren Chieftain would stoop.

They thought they were prepared, that they’d seen through his game and could handle whatever he had planned. But none of them had expected this: a vile, underhanded scheme to forcibly bind Addison through a sacred Tigren ritual and claim her as his bride, offering her to their so-called God of War like some kind of trophy.

"Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry, I won’t kill them. I’ll just teach them a lesson," Leon said with arrogant confidence. But Addison’s dark gaze pierced through him like a blade. Her golden eyes no longer shimmered with warmth; they were cold, distant, filled with a fury that ran deep, bottomless like a pit of fire.

She didn’t even know how to vent the storm raging inside her, but one thing was clear: she hated being conspired against. She had been betrayed too many times, nearly killed more than once, and each time it was because someone plotted behind her back. So now, anyone who dared to conspire against her, regardless of who they were, became her enemy.

’Even if it’s a God... I’ll fight them to the death if I must,’ Addison vowed, her chest tightening with burning rage.

"Addison, don’t worry, baby," Zion said gently, his voice steady with conviction as he crouched beside her. "I’ll save you, and I’ll find a way to remove that damn insignia on your chest. Trust me, okay?"

He looked at her with unshakable sincerity, and through the invisible thread that tied their souls together, he could feel it, her fury. It burned so brightly, it scared him. He didn’t want it to consume her. He knew how it felt to drown in rage, how it could eat you alive.

He wouldn’t let her get lost in it.

If anyone’s hands had to get dirty, then let it be his. He’d do the ugly work. For her.