The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 194: Chapter 194 A Breakthrough?

Maxwell and Levi could both feel Addison’s seething fury, so intense it gripped their hearts like a vice. The rage coursing through her veins echoed in theirs, making it hard to breathe, let alone speak. It was as if her anger was consuming their systems, flooding their vision with red. Their hands clenched, nostrils flaring as they glared daggers at Leon, barely restraining themselves.

Zion, however, who had battled his own darkness and danced with fury more times than he could count, was eerily calm. He had lived in this kind of rage for so long that it no longer shook him.

Instead, it gave him clarity. Where Maxwell and Levi trembled with explosive emotion, Zion could still think. Still speak. Still protect.

But before anyone could make a move, Addison let out another earth-shaking roar, a sound so raw and primal, it tore through the air like a blade. This time, it wasn’t just a cry of anger; it was out of defiance.

In the next instant, as if breaking through the last chain holding her back, a massive obsidian-black wolf burst forth. Her form was fierce, powerful, and majestic. She lunged straight at Leon, her jaws clamping onto his chest, right where the cursed insignia had been etched, and tore the flesh clean off with a sickening rip.

Across the bonfire-lit gathering, the priestess who had presided over their forced union shrieked in agony. She clutched her head as if something invisible was squeezing her skull, her body convulsing under an unseen pressure.

"The G-God... is angry!" the priestess shrieked, her voice laced with panic and pain. "A-Annul!" was the last word she uttered before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

Then came a thunderous howl.

Addison’s obsidian-black wolf lifted her head and let out a soul-piercing cry that echoed across the vast, silent grasslands. It wasn’t just a howl, it was a battle cry, a declaration of rebellion and defiance. Her form radiated strength and fury, the embodiment of a warrior who would never bow down again.

Everyone stood frozen, Zion, Maxwell, Levi, the royal advisor, and even the Tigren warriors. No one expected Addison’s transformation, let alone the sheer force of it. Her wolf was magnificent, feral, and completely unafraid.

But Leon, publicly defied and humiliated by the very woman he tried to claim, was beyond enraged. His pride as Chieftain had been shattered in front of his people and his rivals. His narrowed eyes now burned with fury, and the target of that fury was clear: Addison.

Sensing his murderous intent, Addison’s wolf didn’t cower. Instead, she leapt backward, granting him space to shift. Leon took the unspoken challenge and roared as his body began to shift, bones cracking, muscles bulging, fur erupting.

In mere moments, he stood in his mighty albino lion-like form, towering, powerful, and regal. He roared at Addison, the sound thundering across the plains, but her wolf didn’t flinch. She growled low, fangs bared, ready for the fight.

"Addison, baby, we can help you," Zion said gently, his voice steady but laced with concern as he stood at the edge of the circle. His eyes were fixed on Leon’s towering form, his expression grim.

No matter how he looked at it, Leon’s Tigren form was a beast, massive, like a small mountain of muscle and fury. His sheer size was intimidating. Addison’s wolf was large too, larger than Zion’s by at least half a head, but compared to Leon, it was like pitting a blade against a boulder.

And it wasn’t just the size. The aura radiating from Leon was suffocating, heavy with dominance and rage. Even his own warriors instinctively stepped back, widening the space between them and their Chieftain to give the two room to fight.

Meanwhile, some of the Tigren women had rushed to the fallen priestess, dragging her to safety and trying to rouse her. Panic flickered in their eyes; they had no idea what she meant by "annul" before collapsing, and her sudden condition left them unnerved.

’I like feisty women, strong and unyielding,’ Leon thought, excitement flaring in his eyes as he watched Addison’s obsidian wolf bare her fangs. ’And to think she houses a beast powerful enough to rival mine... it only confirms I made the right choice in claiming her. But first, she needs to learn her place.’

Confidently, Leon sidestepped, intending to circle around her like a predator toying with its prey. But Addison didn’t bother with strategy.

She lunged.

With explosive speed, she shot toward him, all teeth and claw. Though smaller than Leon’s Tigren form, Addison’s wolf was built for more than power; she had speed and precision. And before Leon could even process her movement, pain tore through him.

A chunk of flesh was ripped clean from his shoulder, clenched between Addison’s jaws.

She landed smoothly and paused, standing her ground, her eyes locked on him with a fire that promised she wasn’t done.

Zion’s heart leapt. His fists clenched in exhilaration. The worry that had gripped him just moments ago melted away as pride surged through him.

"That’s my girl," he muttered under his breath, eyes burning with admiration.

’So this is the warrior princess everyone’s been talking about?’ Zion thought, awe tightening his chest. ’She’s truly gallant... powerful enough to face the Tigren Chieftain head-on—and leave him reeling!’

But then, confusion flickered in his mind.

’Why is her wolf obsidian black? Wasn’t it supposed to be silver-white?’

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The same thought echoed in Levi’s and Maxwell’s minds, and even more intensely in Elric’s and the Royal Advisor’s. Especially the Royal Advisor, who had seen Addison’s wolf before. Back then, her form was massive too, but it radiated divine grace, confidence without arrogance. It shone like a beacon of power and hope.

But now?

What stood before them was something else entirely.

This wolf oozed raw dominance, its very presence dripping with bloodlust. There was no serenity, only rage. And the intent to kill.

The Royal Advisor’s brows furrowed deeply as he watched the beast, a chill racing down his spine. He could feel it in his bones, Addison’s wolf wasn’t just fighting... she wanted Leon dead.

Trying to reach her, the Royal Advisor attempted to connect through their mindlink. After all, unlike the others—Zion, Maxwell, Levi—he shared the same pack bond as Addison. Elric, being human, couldn’t link at all. And Lance... Lance was out of commission.

The young man stood frozen, eyes glazed, as the oppressive clash of power between Leon and Addison pressed on him like a physical weight. The air was thick with their oppressive aura, so much so that even an elder like the Royal Advisor struggled to stay upright.

’How is Levi still standing?’ The Advisor wondered. ’He’s just a Beta... and yet he’s holding on better than me.’

But even more concerning, Addison wasn’t responding to the link.

Not even a flicker.

And that silence was more terrifying than anything else.

So, he didn’t know whether to feel relief or fear, relief that Addison seemed to have broken free from the curse, or fear that her silence meant she was slipping. That perhaps she was losing control... letting her wolf and raw emotions take over completely.