The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 Confirmation

Elric patted his chest anxiously, releasing a shaky sigh as the weight of the situation pressed down on him. Suddenly, the Queen collapsed in tears, her sobs echoing through the room as she saw Addison’s condition.

”Take my blood! Take my blood and save my baby!” she cried, her voice trembling with desperation.

The Alpha King stepped forward, his expression darkening. He moved to support his mate, but his gaze remained fixed on Addison’s face, anger swirling within him. The raw fury in his eyes was unmistakable, a storm of emotions he could barely contain.

”Check whose blood—mine or the Queen’s—is compatible with the Princess,” the Alpha King commanded, his voice low but firm. ”And the Royal Healer must conduct a full assessment of her condition. As for the people who brought her here... I believe you owe me an explanation.”

Though his words were measured, the fury etched into his face told a different story. His golden eyes glowed with a dangerous light, and the presence of his wolf surged just beneath the surface, barely restrained. The sheer force of his murderous intent filled the ward like a crushing weight.

Everyone in the room instinctively dropped to their knees, bowing their heads in submission, exposing the backs of their necks to the Alpha King in a silent show of respect—and fear.

”Darling, calm down. If you keep everyone kneeling, they won’t be able to tend to our baby’s injuries,” the Queen said shakily, her voice choked with emotion. She gently tapped her mate’s arm, urging him to rein in his rage.

The Alpha King’s jaw clenched as his golden eyes remained locked on the two unfamiliar men who had arrived with Elric. His wolf paced restlessly within his mind, snarling with fury, fixated on the strangers.

The two men were only just rising from the floor—having been forced to their knees like everyone else. Even they weren’t spared from the overwhelming pressure. Disobedience wasn’t an option. He was the Alpha King—the ruler of all werewolves—and even other alphas bowed before him.

The two could feel the full weight of his murderous intent pressing down on them like a blade at their throats. A cold dread settled over them, and though they remained still, their instincts screamed to flee.

The shorter man was visibly trembling, sweat pouring down his face as fear gripped him completely. The taller one, though clearly tense, held himself together better. He lifted his head and met the Alpha King’s gaze—not with defiance, but with a look that mixed wounded pride and unwavering respect.

His eyes said he felt wronged, yet his posture remained respectful, which made the Alpha King pause. There was something in the taller man’s demeanor that gave the Alpha King reason to study him more closely.

”What have you done to my daughter?” the Alpha King demanded, his voice low and dangerous, jaw clenched as his fury simmered just beneath the surface.

”We did nothing to her,” the tall man replied steadily. ”We found her hidden in the foliage—she was already in that condition. We only intended to bring her back with us and try to save her. But just as we were leaving the edge of Midnight River Pack’s territory, the Royal Mage appeared and brought us here.”

His tone was calm and measured—neither arrogant nor overly submissive. He carried himself with quiet authority, and the Alpha King could immediately sense it. This man was an Alpha. And the trembling one beside him, by his demeanor, was clearly his Beta.

The Alpha King continued to study the Alpha before him, his golden eyes unblinking, searching for any sign of deceit. The tension in the room remained thick—until one of the medical staff hurried in, breaking the silence.

”We’ve confirmed the results,” the staff member said, voice trembling slightly. ”The best match for the blood transfusion... is the Alpha King himself. His blood is most compatible with the Princess.”

The man’s nervous tone and hesitant delivery made it clear he was afraid to speak, and he nearly stumbled over his words.

The Alpha King gave a brief nod and took three steps toward the medical wing—then paused.

”Please escort our guests to the waiting room and let them rest,” he said, his tone even but cool.

Though he issued the command with civility, his thoughts were anything but at ease. Despite their explanation, a flicker of suspicion remained. What if they were lying? What if this had all been a ploy—to smuggle the princess in under the guise of rescue, only to finish the job later? The state of her body was no accident. And if she had fought back, as he knew his daughter would have, they may have inflicted those injuries to stop her.

Yes, she possessed superb fighting skills—after all, she had been trained from a young age to one day take the throne. But everything changed during her coming-of-age ceremony, when she was abducted by the vampires. The Alpha King was certain she had fought back—there was no doubt in his mind—but she had still been captured. That fact alone haunted him.

What had the vampires done to subdue her? What method had they used that even now, years later, remained a mystery? Despite his best efforts, the Alpha King had never been able to uncover how they had managed to take his daughter that day.

But now she was back. And though there were countless questions swirling in his mind, there was one priority above all: saving her life.

Without wasting another moment, he followed the medical staff to the treatment room. He was soon lying beside her, his blood being directly transfused into her fragile body, while the Royal Healer continued working to mend her wounds.

The Alpha King turned his head and looked at his long-lost daughter. She lay there pale and battered, looking impossibly small and fragile—so unlike the fierce, spirited warrior she once was. His chest tightened at the sight.

She was nothing like the bold, radiant girl he remembered. His daughter had once possessed a flamboyant spirit, brimming with confidence and strength. Among her peers, she had stood out as the most formidable warrior—a natural leader destined to inherit his throne. That unshakable belief in her strength was what had made him so certain she was ready for the crown.

But the girl lying before him now looked nothing like that future Alpha King. She was gaunt, her body frail and sunken—more like a withered corpse than the vibrant daughter he once knew. There wasn’t even a trace of the fearless spark that used to shine in her eyes.

If not for the undeniable results of the blood test confirming her royal lineage, he would have never believed this broken figure was the same daughter he had lost three years ago.

The Alpha King was overwhelmed by questions, too many to process at once. But the most pressing one burned in his mind: ’Is this girl truly my daughter?’

The daughter he remembered was bold, proud, and unyielding—someone who would never passively endure abuse or mistreatment. She had always been the one to command, never the one to follow. She had an arrogance to her, a confidence that no one could break.