The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Help Her!

The vampire cried out as his legs buckled. Before he could recover, Addison sprang up behind him and drove her dagger into the base of his neck. The blade tore through his throat and burst out the front of his Adam’s apple in a spray of blood.

He gurgled violently, but even as his knees hit the ground, he slashed backward with claws like knives.

Addison had already yanked the blade free and leapt clear of his reach, distancing herself just in time.

But she had no room to breathe.

Another vampire lunged at her, claws extended and eyes wild. He didn’t care if he took off a limb or two, so long as she was still breathing, they could drag her back broken.

Addison scrambled back, dodging the first strike, but the remaining two were closing in quickly. They moved with eerie coordination, surrounding her like predators boxing in their prey.

She was cornered.

”This woman is feisty, I like her.” One vampire said.

Addison knew she couldn’t keep up with the vampires; they weren’t even going all out. Instead, they were toying with her, biding their time until she tired out, making her easier to capture.

While they didn’t mind taking her in with a few missing limbs, they also understood that too much blood loss might kill her before they got what they wanted. Especially without a wolf to help close her wounds, her survival would be uncertain.

So, they opted for a more calculated approach. Besides, watching Addison fight like a cornered beast amused them; it was entertaining. Caught up in the thrill, they had completely forgotten one crucial fact: they were still in someone else’s territory. But arrogance and recklessness had dulled their caution, and they no longer gave it a second thought.

They kept attacking Addison relentlessly, but she felt as if something, or someone, was guiding her. Maybe it was muscle memory, the Moon Goddess, or some instinct she couldn’t quite explain. Whatever it was, she felt like she could hold her own against these vampires. Fueled by that surge of confidence, Addison stepped up her offense, aiming for their most vulnerable spots.

Although the vampires could regenerate, healing came at a cost. Each wound they healed drained their energy and stoked their hunger. The deeper the injury, the faster their reserves burned out. And the more Addison slipped through their grasp, the more their frustration mounted. Their movements grew increasingly aggressive, their precision slipping with their patience.

”This fucking mutt!” one vampire snarled as he lunged at her.

But Addison’s eyes sharpened. Unknowingly, she released a powerful aura, so potent that the vampire froze mid-attack. Seizing the moment, Addison struck, driving her blade toward his face. He managed to catch the dagger, but not in time—an inch of steel buried into his eye.

The scream he let out was shrill and ugly, like a pig being slaughtered.

The commotion didn’t go unnoticed. A group of werewolves caught the scent of blood on the wind and followed it, their ears picking up the unmistakable sounds of battle, and a vampire’s agonized shriek.

When they arrived, they were stunned by the sight before them: one vampire lay at Addison’s feet, convulsing in pain, while she fought like a war goddess, her movements fluid and precise. She dodged and countered with minimal effort, but her exhaustion was clear; her body was moving on instinct alone, running purely on survival mode.

”Help her!” the Alpha barked, his command echoing through the trees.

At that moment, the vampires finally realized they’d been discovered. Their window to capture Addison had closed. Panicked, they launched one last, desperate attempt to grab her, but the Alpha was already at her side, shielding her with a growl.

His elite warriors and Beta surged forward, confronting the three vampires head-on. Even the one Addison had downed was now staggering upright, covered in blood and radiating rage. His face was grotesque, one eye socket empty, the healing incomplete. The earlier convulsions had clearly come from the sheer agony of being stabbed through the eye.

The werewolves snarled, their eyes burning with hatred for the vampires, while the vampires glared back with contempt, hissing as if the wolves were nothing more than pests. Without hesitation, the werewolves shifted into their massive wolf forms, larger, faster, and outnumbering the vampires.

But their advantage in numbers wasn’t enough. These weren’t low-tier vampires; they were powerful, seasoned predators, and despite being outnumbered, they held their ground, even overpowering some of the wolves.

Amidst the chaos, the Alpha reached Addison. The moment he got close, he saw her sway unsteadily, her strength clearly spent. That burst of power she had used to hold off the vampires was gone, leaving her drained and barely standing. Still, something about her made him pause.

He stared at her for a long moment, ignoring the roaring battle behind them, and asked in a voice far gentler than he intended, ”What’s your name, little one?”

Around them, the sounds of battle raged, claws tearing flesh, fangs snapping, blood hitting the ground, but for a moment, their world stood still.

With great difficulty, Addison whispered, ”Addison.” It was clear she had pushed herself past her limit. Whatever hidden strength she had drawn upon had now abandoned her, leaving her utterly drained.

The faint look of confusion in her eyes, as if her name was the only thing she could remember, lingered for a heartbeat before her body gave out. She collapsed, but the Alpha caught her just in time, cradling her before she could hit the ground.

An unreadable emotion flickered in his eyes, part concern, part something deeper, before he gently leaned her against a nearby tree to rest.

But when he turned back toward the battlefield, his expression hardened. Two of his warriors lay dead, their bodies torn and bloodied. A rage ignited in the Alpha’s chest, white-hot and merciless. With a snarl, he shifted into his massive wolf form.

His Beta was still standing, but barely, his body covered in wounds and barely holding on. The vampires, though clearly weakened, likely due to the damage Addison had dealt, were still ferocious. Their greatest threat wasn’t just their strength, but their cursed ability to heal rapidly. Like cockroaches, they were frustratingly hard to kill.

The werewolves, though strong, couldn’t match the vampires’ regeneration. Their own healing was slower, and the accumulating injuries were beginning to take their toll. Then suddenly, one of the vampires lunged, sinking his fangs into the Beta’s throat.

Blood spilled. The Beta choked, eyes wide in pain.

”Ugh!” The Beta’s wolf form let out a pained whine before he collapsed, shifting back to his human body, blood soaking his skin. Knowing death was inevitable, he made his final move. With a fierce snarl, he plunged his clawed hand into the vampire’s chest, ripped out the still-beating heart, and crushed it in one swift, brutal motion.

The vampire staggered. Even with his superior healing abilities, regeneration couldn’t replace a destroyed heart. His red eyes flared with fury as he realized he was dying, and in a final burst of vengeance, he tore into the Beta, ripping him apart before collapsing beside him, lifeless.

”Krill!!!” The Alpha’s roar shook the battlefield. He had just witnessed his Beta, his brother-in-arms, his closest friend, slaughtered in front of him.