The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 196: Chapter 196 The Priestess

What Leon never expected, however, was just how formidable a warrior Addison truly was. She possessed precise control over her strength, remarkable agility, and razor-sharp reflexes, moving with the decisiveness of a seasoned leader and experienced fighter.

Knowing they were outnumbered, she didn’t try to drag everyone into a chaotic group brawl where they’d easily be overwhelmed. Instead, she made a calculated move, going straight for the general. She isolated him for a one-on-one fight.

Though Leon was supposed to be far stronger, Addison turned his arrogance against him. He underestimated her, seeing her only as a woman, since he didn’t see women as equals but a mere breeder in his eyes, and treated the fight as a way to discipline Addison, not defeat her.

But that was his mistake. Now, humiliated and under pressure, the more he tried to regain control, the more he stumbled. His pride was cracking, his composure slipping. And once he faltered and fell to his knees, it would be over. The victory would belong to Addison.

As time dragged on, an eerie silence fell over the area. The only sounds that broke the stillness were Leon’s occasional snarls and roars, followed by the sickening tear of flesh. The Tigrens, who once cheered with confidence, had fallen silent.

The enthusiasm in their eyes was now replaced with unease as they watched Addison move like a shadow, an unstoppable menace, a nightmare made of flesh, systematically tearing Leon apart, piece by piece.

She wasn’t just breaking his body; she was shattering his morale, chipping away at his pride, and slowly crushing his psyche until he would crumble from within.

The women began to grow visibly anxious, their earlier pride in their Chieftain slowly morphing into dread. Then, at last, the priestess, the highest-ranking woman among them, began to stir, slowly regaining consciousness. Seeing her open her eyes brought a glimmer of hope to the distressed women, as if their guiding light had finally returned.

”Priestess, please... help the Chieftain!” one of Leon’s mistresses pleaded, her voice shaking. Watching the man they revered, their mate, getting decimated by his supposed main wife, had left them on edge, filled with panic, confusion, and rising fear. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

The priestess, still groggy and disoriented, blinked several times before asking in a weak voice, ”What... what is going on?” She had yet to fully grasp the situation, unaware that she herself had taken the brunt of the spiritual backlash for forcing a bond that should have never been forged.

”The Chieftain and his new wife... they’re fighting!” the woman said through gritted teeth, her voice tight with disbelief and frustration. ”And our Chieftain, he’s covered in blood! He can’t seem to defeat that wench!”

The priestess pushed herself up with effort, still groggy from the backlash. But when she turned to look, her eyes widened in shock. Their proud Chieftain, once the symbol of invincibility, was barely holding on. Blood soaked his fur, his movements sluggish, while the obsidian-black wolf that stood before him remained eerily pristine.

Though her fur was dark as midnight, the way it shimmered under the light, reflecting rainbow hues like polished obsidian, made her look both mesmerizing and menacing. A haunting beauty. A living nightmare.

The priestess could feel the weight of the moment. The Chieftain’s inability to dominate the fight was shaking the very foundation of their warriors’ morale. She knew this couldn’t go on much longer.

Still dizzy, she swayed, but the woman beside her quickly offered support, helping her stay on her feet.

”Stop...” the priestess said weakly, her voice barely a whisper against the roar that erupted from Leon. No one heard her.

Determined, she forced herself to move forward, each step unsteady but purposeful, until she reached the outer ring of warriors encircling the brutal showdown between Leon and Addison. Only then did a few of the Tigren notice her presence.

As the priestess, second only to the Chieftain himself and the sole figure capable of communing with their God, her presence commanded attention. Slowly, more heads turned. Whispers spread. The tension shifted.

”Stop fighting!” she called again, louder this time, her voice still frail but laced with authority.

This time, the Tigren warriors reacted. Several leapt forward, placing themselves between Leon and Addison, shielding their Chieftain while cautiously watching the obsidian wolf with wary eyes. Their stance was protective, ready to intervene if needed.

But Addison didn’t attack again.

She stood still, her gleaming black fur bristling under the light, eyes sharp but calm. She understood. The intervention meant the fight was over, and with it, her message had been delivered.

Addison remained still, her presence regal and commanding even in her wolf form. She stood in the same spot, unmoving, as if silently daring the Priestess to speak first. Zion, Maxwell, and Levi stepped forward to flank her protectively, their stances firm, like bodyguards shielding their queen. The message was clear: Addison was rejecting the forced union, and she was counting on the Priestess to act accordingly.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, the Priestess stepped closer until she stood face-to-face with Addison and her growling entourage. As the only woman with rank among the tribe’s females, the Priestess had long understood the delicate nature of power struggles. She knew this moment was more than personal defiance; it was political.

If word spread that a she-wolf had humiliated their Chieftain, the Tigren’s reputation would crumble. Other tribes and races would seize the opportunity to look down on them, challenge them, perhaps even attack. Peace would vanish.

History has proven time and again, many take pleasure in kicking others when they’re down. And the stronger a tribe is, the more others long to see it fall.

She had to act quickly and carefully. Find a solution before chaos takes root.

”Can we talk?” the Priestess asked, her voice low but firm, addressing Addison directly.

Addison didn’t speak. Instead, she began walking ahead in her wolf form, and the Priestess understood, Addison was willing to talk, just not with words. Silently, the Priestess followed her lead. This time, they headed to a larger tent, while the others remained behind to tend to Leon. Addison’s entourage accompanied the Priestess inside.

Addison didn’t shift back into her human form. Once inside, she calmly chose a spot, then lowered herself onto the ground with quiet dignity. She rested her massive wolf head atop her crossed front paws and closed her eyes. Her mates instinctively took their places around her, forming a protective circle, silent, watchful, like sentinels.

Elric, the Royal Advisor, and Lance sat nearby, taking their positions beside her. A short while later, the Priestess was helped to a seat across from them. But as she looked at Addison’s still form, eyes closed and expression unreadable, uncertainty flickered through her.

’Was Addison truly listening?’

Then, the wolf’s eyes opened slightly, just enough for a sidelong glance in the Priestess’s direction. It was brief but deliberate.

It was as if to say that she was listening.

The Priestess cleared her throat and began softly, ”First, I want to apologize. It was my idea to bind you to our Chieftain. I know he’s already told you he believes only you can carry his offspring, but that’s not just his instinct. Our God confirmed it to me as well.”