The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 334: Chapter 334 Fighting The Ogres 6

Still, Silas couldn’t bring herself to feel at ease knowing Addison was out in her dangerous territory with so little to protect her. So instead, she downplayed it, brushing the weapon off with a laugh and a joke.

What Silas never expected was that Addison would mistake it for a paladin’s sword. Because of that, Addison had never once drawn it until now.

If she hadn’t been forced into a corner, she likely never would have. But in this moment, with only a dagger left in her magic bag and against enemies whose skin was far too tough for ordinary steel, she had no choice but to gamble.

And gamble she did. With one desperate swing, Addison discovered what Silas had never told her: the blade didn’t just cut, it cleaved. The ogre’s neck gave way as if it were nothing more than butter under a hot knife.

Splatter...

Splatter...

Addison’s eyes widened as she stared at the headless ogre kneeling before her, its blood spraying across her face while its severed head thudded to the side. She had swung with force, yet it felt as if the blade had sliced through butter as it went smoothly and effortlessly.

Her mind flatlined, leaving her utterly blank. It took several seconds before she stiffly lowered her gaze to the long sword in her hands, its hilt nearly reaching her chest, as the reality of what had just happened sank in.

’Damn... this sword is insane! Was it enchanted with magic or something?’

Addison’s mouth hung open, eyes wide in shock as she glanced between the weapon in her hands and the headless ogre before her. For a moment, she was frozen, unable to speak or move.

Her daze shattered when a thunderous roar erupted behind her. The sound shook the air, rustling the trees and sending leaves trembling to the ground. A powerful gust of wind slammed into her back, carrying with it the fury of the two ogres.

She didn’t even need to turn around to know that the two ogres had seen their brother fall, and now their eyes burned with bloodlust.

The ground trembled as the two ogres charged at her, each step shaking the earth beneath her feet. Addison knew she had no choice now but to face them head-on. Fortunately, the sword wasn’t as heavy as she feared; she could swing it with ease.

Now, all she had left to rely on were her agility and sharp instincts.

It wasn’t just Addison who was stunned; Zion and the other warriors were equally shocked. None of them had expected this, and everything unfolded so quickly that they struggled to react.

By the time they gathered their wits, the two ogres were already barreling down on her.

But Addison didn’t panic. Instead, she sank into a defensive stance, eyes locked on their movements. She knew that if she turned to run, she’d only expose her back. One mistake, one strike while fleeing, and she would be finished.

Addison drew in a deep, heavy breath, forcing herself to calm the wild hammering of her heart. Her lungs burned, but she steadied her breathing, quieting her frantic thoughts.

Schemes and tricks wouldn’t save her now; these ogres were simple-minded, but no amount of cunning could outwit brute strength like theirs. What she needed was focus.

Sharp, unbroken focus.

Every twitch and every movement would decide whether she lived or died. One misstep, and their strike could send her straight to heaven.

’You can do this, Addison... you can do this.’ She exhaled slowly, whispering her own name like a mantra, a desperate pep talk to steady her shaking resolve.

But then, Zion’s guttural growl tore through the chaos of the battlefield, raw with fear and pain. He was struggling to rise, his voice breaking with desperation.

”Addison, run!”

Yet when he realized she wasn’t fleeing, wasn’t repeating what she had done before, panic surged in his chest. His golden eyes widened, and he snarled toward the presence inside him.

”Shura! Heal me, now! I have to save Addison!”

”Fuck you! I’m already doing everything I can!” Shura snarled, its voice breaking between a furious roar and a helpless whimper. ”If anyone’s desperate to rush out there and save our mate, it’s me! But the damage this body took isn’t something I can just heal in an instant!”

The words came out like venom, but beneath the anger was pure frustration, because no one understood the helplessness better than Shura. It knew Addison’s life was hanging by a thread, and yet, all it could do was fight against wounds that refused to mend fast enough. Lashing out at Zion was all it had left.

After all, neither of them could blame Addison for stepping into danger. They both knew, without needing to say a word, that she had done it for them, to protect them.

That was why Zion’s fear only deepened now.

At first, when he saw Addison cut down the ogre so easily, he had been stunned, never expecting such an outcome. That shock quickly shifted into a fleeting joy, because he knew Addison had acted out of pure concern for him and the warriors.

She must have realized that if she didn’t intervene, both he and the warriors standing before him would have been crushed beneath the feet of the charging two ogres. So she had recklessly thrown herself forward, taunting them away to buy him precious seconds to heal.

But who could have imagined she’d actually kill one?

Injured or not, an ogre’s hide was still as thick as iron, far beyond what a normal blade could pierce easily, let alone be cleaved through so cleanly.

Addison, who couldn’t even fully call upon her wolf’s strength, shouldn’t have been able to do it at all. Which left only one possibility in Zion’s mind: the sword itself was no ordinary weapon.

Although Addison had slain the second ogre, the first and third were now beyond furious, seeing nothing but red. Everyone could tell that no matter what happened next, their rage would never shift away from Addison unless she dies.

Their aggro was locked on her, and nothing else mattered to them now.

Realizing this, Zion’s chest tightened with dread. He couldn’t let her face them head-on. Since their fury was already fixed on her, the best chance of survival was for Addison to run.

She had the speed and agility to keep ahead of them, and while she fled, he could focus on healing. Once his injuries were mended, he would chase her down and tear those monsters apart before they ever laid a hand on her.

But instead of running, Addison chose to face the ogres head-on. Zion’s heart sank; he knew exactly what she was thinking. Turning her back on rage-blinded ogres would be disastrous if they managed to catch her, yet at the same time, with her speed and agility, fleeing was the safer choice.

Still, arguing with her now was pointless; there was no time to waste.

Gritting his teeth, Zion forced himself to look around at the warriors and barked an order, his voice laced with pain and command. ”Leave me! Protect the Princess! Don’t let anything happen to her!”