The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 81: Chapter 81 Levi’s Angry

Despite everything that had happened, not once did the Royal Family come to retrieve Claire, nor did they send anyone to console or persuade her, as if she held no value to them at all. It was strange. Unsettling. Suspicious. Given her supposed importance and her connection to the palace, such disregard was highly unusual.

Even now, with the truth of what had happened beginning to emerge, there were still no summons, no punishment decreed—nothing. While it was clear the Alpha King was isolating their pack, something both Levi and Zion had sensed early on, the complete lack of action from the Royal Court was beginning to feel like more than just royal indifference. It felt calculated.

It could only mean one of two things: either the Royal Family was planning something big against their pack, or they simply didn’t care at all. That thought made Levi pause, really pause. And it wasn’t the first time he’d asked himself this: had the Alpha King and Queen already given up on their daughter?

Maybe, in their eyes, Claire had been tainted—no longer fit to be heir to the throne.

Rumors had long circulated that the royal palace was now raising the only legitimate daughter of the Alpha King’s brother. If Levi followed that line of thought, everything started to make a terrible kind of sense.

Claire was just a shadow of who she once was. The formidable warrior-princess known across the land had vanished. Since her abduction, she’d lost her edge, her fire. Worse, she had become pregnant out of wedlock and had even failed to protect her child.

Given all that, was it any wonder the Alpha King might now see no value in bringing her back?

Was this their way of quietly demoting her—stripping her of her title without ever having to declare it out loud?

Levi thought hard. It was a bitter pill to swallow for Claire, but the pieces fit. After all, Claire’s cousin—her childhood playmate—had reportedly learned everything she had about ruling. Unlike Claire, the cousin had a natural talent for politics and was thriving in the court. She might lack Claire’s physical strength, but her grip on the nobles was ironclad.

It really was possible that the Royal Family had already chosen a new heir.

And so, even if she wasn’t much of a warrior, there were always other ways to win—through strategy, influence, and riding the right wave. She could compensate for her shortcomings by strengthening her forces and surrounding herself with capable people. After all, any heir to the throne would have advisors—seasoned minds offering guidance and different perspectives.

From Levi’s point of view, while the cousin might fall short compared to the Princess of three years ago, she still had far more potential than the current Claire, who had lost so much of what once defined her.

And honestly, if he were in their position... he’d probably make the same choice.

But because of all this, both Levi and Zion were left completely stumped. If Claire had truly been demoted, and the Alpha King had knowingly let her stay here, while they and their pack, as part of their punishment, were isolated from the other packs and forced to survive like a lone pack, then so be it.

But even so, they couldn’t just cast Claire out as they pleased. They had no choice but to endure the situation in silence.

This mounting pressure was taking a serious toll on Alpha Zion. With no word from his mate and the uncertainty surrounding Claire’s status, his stress was through the roof. His temper had grown shorter by the day, largely because Shura—his wolf—was constantly at the surface, easily triggered by the slightest provocation.

To make matters worse, Shura had gone into rut multiple times during this period. Claire, aware of this, had tried to take advantage of those moments, subtly attempting to slip into Zion’s bed. During rut, male werewolves experienced unbearable pain if they didn’t mate, and their sex drives surged to dangerous levels. If their mate happened to enter heat at the same time, it was like watching two wolves under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac.

The intense pain of the rut left Shura constantly on edge—irritable, restless, and quick to snap at anyone who got too close. His temper flared easily, and it was becoming harder for Zion to keep him in check.

The only time Shura would truly settle was when they returned to the Alpha suite—the one Zion shared with Addison. Zion had taken it upon himself to care for the room personally, refusing to let anyone else inside. He wanted to preserve it exactly as it was, along with the faint traces of Addison’s scent lingering in her clothes. It was the only place that still felt like home... the only place that could soothe Shura’s rage, even if just a little.

Crash!

Creak!!!

As Levi approached the Alpha’s office, a fresh cup of coffee in hand, he was greeted by the unmistakable sound of destruction—furniture crashing, walls being clawed, and something heavy being ripped apart. The deep, guttural scratches and tearing echoed through the corridor. Zion was losing control again. His nails must have elongated—those savage claws already tearing into wood and plaster.

Knock... knock... knock...

Levi knocked firmly to announce himself, but the chaos inside continued unabated. No response. No pause. Just more snarling and shattering. With a sigh, he pushed the door open—he didn’t have the luxury of waiting for permission.

The moment he stepped inside, something flew straight toward his face. Levi instinctively tilted his head just in time.

Crash!

Behind him, the ceramic cup exploded against the wall. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he stepped over the debris and moved deeper into the war zone of an office.

Alpha Zion stood in the center of the wreckage, heaving, his breathing ragged. His eyes burned red, his elongated canines bared as saliva dripped from the tips. The walls were clawed and splintered. The massive mahogany desk was overturned, windows shattered, a chair hurled through the opening. The sofa had been shredded and flipped, and debris littered every corner of the room.

Levi paused at the edge of the chaos, the coffee still in his hand but no place to set it down. The sheer mess made his head throb. A migraine was already creeping in.

’Was it too late to punch my Alpha and run away from this pack? Why did I ever accept the promotion to be his Beta?!’ Levi groaned inwardly as he surveyed the disaster zone that used to be an office. At this point, he felt like he was the one who needed calming meds more than Zion did.

”Why the fuss, you hussy?” his wolf snorted lazily in the back of his mind.

Levi’s eye twitched. His wolf was sprawled out, looking entirely too relaxed, with its massive front paws stacked and head resting comfortably on them. It cracked one eye open—just for a second—giving Levi a disinterested side glance before promptly going back to sleep.

”Easy for you to say,” Levi hissed mentally. ”You’re not the one who has to deal with this mess!”

His hand trembled slightly in irritation. Again. This wasn’t the first time Alpha Zion had turned his office into rubble, and at this rate, they’d blow through the entire pack’s treasury just replacing the damn furniture. Every time they redecorated, it felt like tossing money into a bonfire—one fueled by rage, testosterone, and unresolved mate issues.

”Alpha Zion, drink your coffee first—so you’ll have more energy to keep tearing the place apart,” Levi said dryly as he stepped closer, holding out the cup like a peace offering—or a taunt.

At this point, only Levi had the nerve to talk to Zion like this, with that signature deadpan tone and a look that bordered on amused indifference. Anyone else would’ve been six feet under for even trying.

Zion flinched slightly, as if finally registering Levi’s presence. Shura growled low in his throat, but Zion stopped him as he took over the body, his gaze slowly sweeping across the wrecked room. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Levi was pissed. Again.

After all, Levi would have to call in another crew for renovations, order yet another round of furniture, and make sure no one accidentally stepped on shattered glass or got impaled by a broken chair leg.

Levi wasn’t done. ”Maybe I should just let you sit on the damn floor while doing your Alpha duties, hmm?” he said with a forced, tight-lipped smile. ”That way, we wouldn’t have to keep replacing everything. You could just roll around on the ground whenever one of your episodes hits.”

He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the image in his head—Zion throwing a tantrum and rolling around like a toddler denied of a candy.

Levi’s wolf rolled his eyes from within. He didn’t even bother to scold Levi about disrespecting their Alpha anymore. What was the point? Levi never listened anyway.