The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Did It On Purpose?

When Claire fell down the stairs, this omega had stepped in front of the others, seemingly to protect them. Everything happened so fast that the rest of the omegas hadn’t seen exactly how Claire and Addison had tumbled down.

All they remembered was the chilling scream of the now-dead omega, shouting that ’Addison had pushed Claire’—and then, chaos. Their minds had gone blank in the shock that followed.

Moreover, this omega served closely at Claire’s side as her most trusted attendant. After all, the omegas had long been competing for Claire’s favor, each hoping to be chosen as her confidante.

Being chosen secured an important position within the pack, and who wouldn’t desire that? Claire was the royal princess, and even if her true identity wasn’t known, the mere thought of her becoming the future Luna would suffice. Gaining her favor not only assured influence but also offered a more comfortable and privileged existence within the pack’s hierarchy.

More importantly, this same omega had received a direct order from Beta Greg to clean up the dungeon, which meant she was likely aware of his schemes. Now that Beta Greg had fled, she had become a crucial figure in uncovering the truth.

From what he had gathered, this omega was the one who rallied the crowd, spreading the claim that Addison had pushed Claire and inciting fear by suggesting the entire pack could be endangered. She even claimed that Zion might be executed for negligence for allowing Claire to be harmed.

Initially, the others reacted with anger, as they looked down on Addison and revered Claire as their future Luna. But it seemed this omega deliberately leaked exaggerated or misleading information, portraying Claire as someone so important that any harm to her would bring severe consequences, further fueling the pack members’ resentment.

But their knowledge was limited, and it seemed this dead omega had been the key to all their unanswered questions. Now, with the omega dead and Greg nowhere to be found, Levi found himself at a frustrating dead end.

The key witness was gone, and the main instigator had escaped—what was he supposed to do now? When he sensed his Alpha reaching out to him, Levi couldn’t bring himself to respond. He couldn’t face him, not while he was consumed with frustration over accidentally killing the one person who could have unraveled the truth.

Unconsciously, Levi began to take out his irritation on Zion, using him as an outlet for his growing anger. Zion, perhaps out of understanding for Levi’s loyalty to Addison, allowed it. Over time, Levi’s fear of Zion diminished, and in its place, he grew bolder—sharper with his words and more reckless in his tone.

Once he had finally calmed down, Levi reached out to Zion through the mindlink. By then, Zion was already back in his Alpha suite, seated in silence as distant memories clouded his gaze. Even Shura, sensing his Alpha’s mood, remained unusually quiet, curled in a corner as if trying not to disturb him.

”Alpha Zion... we need to talk. I think,” Levi said, his voice carrying a trace of helplessness through the link.

”Alright,” Zion replied, his tone unnervingly calm. ”Come up to my suite. We’ll talk here.”

Levi, unsure how to continue the conversation with his Alpha, left it at that and made his way toward the Alpha’s suite. On the way, he didn’t forget to stop by the small clinic connected to the packhouse, where the appointed doctor and healer stayed.

Unlike the main pack hospital, this clinic was built specifically for quick response, especially in case any member of the Alpha’s immediate family fell ill. Following his Alpha’s direct orders, Levi headed there with the intention of speaking to them.

However, just as he approached the door, he paused. The two inside were so engrossed in conversation that they didn’t hear his approaching footsteps. Levi was about to knock, but halted when fragments of their discussion drifted out—words that made him stop and listen.

”Old Doctor, do you really believe Miss Claire did it on purpose?” the healer asked quietly as she busied herself with the herbs, her expression clouded with doubt and sadness. She still couldn’t wrap her head around what had happened.

As someone who trusted Addison, she couldn’t bring herself to believe that Addison would push someone down the stairs out of jealousy.

Rumors were already spreading like wildfire among the pack—whispers branding Addison as vicious, jealous, and so malicious that she’d even harm an unborn child. To many, she was already guilty. No one seemed interested in believing in her innocence.

It was as if the pack didn’t want to remember all she had done for them over the past three years. Addison had quietly worked herself to the bone, never boasting, never demanding recognition. She saw her role as a debt of gratitude to the former Alpha who had once saved her.

Speaking of her contributions felt insincere to her, like flaunting. But in her silence, she became invisible. The pack took her for granted. Their lukewarm first impressions of her only worsened over time, especially since there were never consequences for disrespecting her. No one stood up for her—not her mate, and certainly not her mother-in-law, the former Luna.

Now that the lies were being passed around, everyone believed them far too easily. And like all rumors, the more they spread from one mouth to another, the more distorted the story became, turning Addison into a heartless villain while painting Claire as a flawless saint. But what the doctor and healer were quietly discussing now was the complete opposite of the story being passed around.

The old doctor took a slow puff from his tobacco pipe, his eyes drifting to the ceiling. He was much older than the healer, with decades more life experience. That’s why he was the first to sense something was off.

When the healer had begun to question things herself, he had stepped in—not just to confirm her doubts, but to protect her. She was the only healer in their pack, and if anything were to happen to her, their people would suffer for it.

Some injuries went beyond what basic medical knowledge could mend. The healer’s gift was crucial, especially for the children who had yet to awaken their wolves and were more vulnerable to illness. For those little ones, ordinary treatment often wasn’t enough.

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Hours earlier, after Claire’s accident.

”Hurry up! Tend to her—make sure nothing happens to her and the pup!” Zion’s furious voice thundered through the corridor just outside Claire’s room, echoing in the old doctor’s ears as he rushed back into the room.

He had just stepped out to deliver an update, warning Zion that Claire’s condition was critical and that they were at risk of losing the pup. In truth, the doctor had said that more to buy himself time—and to encourage Zion to calm Claire down—because her emotional state was only making things worse.

At first, Claire had been crying desperately, begging them to save her unborn child. But soon after, she began refusing to listen to instructions, spiraling deeper into panic. The doctor was nearing his limit, especially with no one else there to assist—no healer in sight, and only his aging hands trying to keep both mother and child safe.