The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 378: Chapter 378 During the Night of the Attack

He had come straight from slaughtering the enemies who had breached their defenses and invaded their territory, leaving destruction wherever he went. The attackers had even set fire to homes, hoping to burn down both the buildings and the people trapped inside, a cruel and hateful act that only deepened the fury burning in Maxwell’s eyes.

Luckily, the pack members had already been sent to the packhouse, where the Beta ordered some of the best warriors to protect them. Thanks to Maxwell and the others’ timely intervention, the attackers never managed to reach the packhouse, but even so, most of the nearby houses were burned to the ground, along with part of the remaining supplies from the granary.

But how did things turn out like this?

「During the Night of the Attack」

”Protect Beta Levi at all costs!” the warriors shouted as they closed ranks around him, forming a protective circle. But Levi’s murderous gaze never wavered from Greg.

Greg, however, only looked amused. To him, Levi — a man already doomed to die — was merely struggling to act tough, which made the sight almost laughable.

So, he decided to play with them a little. With a subtle gesture, he signaled his men to slow down, allowing Levi’s group to retreat bit by bit, luring them into a false sense of security.

But Greg’s little game came with a cost. Some of his own people would inevitably die in the process, and they knew it. Still, they had no choice. Bound under Greg’s control, they couldn’t disobey even if they wanted to. All they could do was fight desperately, trying not to die at the hands of their enemies.

With gritted teeth, Greg’s men obeyed, forcing their bodies to move despite the dread gnawing at them. Greg, on the other hand, stood tall and unmoving, watching as his subordinates charged past him, and let them pretend to pursue Levi and his warriors.

”Ke ke ke...” Greg’s deranged laughter echoed through the night as his gaze locked onto Levi’s paling face. Levi’s glare never wavered, even as his strength began to fail him. Blood dripped steadily from his wounds, his body trembling from exhaustion.

He wanted to keep fighting, to tear Greg apart with his bare hands, but his body had already reached its limit.

Inside him, his wolf struggled desperately to heal his injuries, but it was weakening fast, its connection to Levi flickering in and out like a dying flame. The silver and wolfsbane coursing through his veins burned like poison, crippling his regeneration.

Still, the wolf refused to give up. It howled frantically within Levi’s mind, ”Stay awake! Don’t close your eyes! If you sleep now... you might never wake again!”

Levi fought against the pull of darkness with everything he had, forcing his eyes to stay open. His burning hatred for Greg was the only thing keeping him conscious, the sheer desire to see that bastard fall by his own hands.

If he couldn’t kill Greg himself, then at least he wanted to live long enough to witness his downfall.

But hatred and willpower could only do so much. His body had reached its breaking point. He and his warriors had been fighting in this part of the forest for what felt like forever, yet their reinforcements had yet to arrive.

Desperation was setting in; they needed to retreat, to get Levi treated, or he truly wouldn’t make it.

However, Greg’s men refused to let them go. They clung to Levi’s group like vultures, striking and retreating as if playing a cruel game. It was as though they already knew Levi’s reinforcements would never come.

And just when Levi stood at death’s door, Greg, in his arrogance, decided to grant them an escape route, just to watch Levi struggle one last time.

Little did he know that act of mockery would be the very thing that would seal his own fate in the future.

”Levi, did you really think I’d let you live and enjoy a peaceful life? No...” Greg muttered to himself, a twisted grin stretching across his face. ”I want you to die clinging to hope and let your hatred consume you until it burns you alive, all while you can’t even touch me.”

He chuckled darkly, watching as a warrior hoisted Levi’s weakened body onto his back, the others forming a desperate shield around them as they retreated. Yet, they couldn’t pull back everyone. Someone had to stay behind to defend that side of the forest, to hold the line and buy Levi and the others precious seconds.

But the ones left behind were no match for Greg’s bloodthirsty horde. One by one, they fell, their screams drowned out by Greg’s mad laughter. The ground was soon stained with blood, and Greg stood there amid the chaos, watching the carnage unfold with sick delight, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of a monster who found beauty in destruction.

”Run! Have you reported this to Alpha Hue and Alpha Maxwell? Why haven’t reinforcements arrived yet? If nobody comes soon, the warriors we left behind will just die...” the man carrying Levi barked, voice rough with fear and exertion.

He snapped at the messenger at his side, the one who should have sent the report straight to their Beta and Alpha, and scanned the tree line for any sign of help.

They’d done everything they could: held the line, shielded Levi, and bought as much time as possible. Still, no reinforcements had come. Each passing minute stretched thinner, and the thought of leaving their comrades to be overwhelmed pressed down on them like a weight.

Luckily, this time they managed to slip away from Greg’s pursuit, or so they thought.

When they had gone far enough, Greg’s twisted grin stretched wider, madness gleaming in his eyes. ”Let the hunt begin!” he barked, his voice echoing through the forest. His men obeyed instantly, their movements like those of unleashed hellhounds.

Greg had no real intention of letting Levi and his warriors live. Letting them flee was merely part of his sick game; he wanted them to believe they still had hope, only to crush it himself and watch despair fill their eyes as death closed in.

That was what he lived for.

But though Greg treated his men as nothing more than expendable pawns, the Golden Hue Pack’s warriors refused to die quietly. Even cornered, even bleeding out, they fought with desperation and pride, dragging Greg’s men down to hell with them.

And as they fell, they did so with mocking grins on their faces, grins that only fueled Greg’s rage and made his thirst for Levi’s blood burn hotter than ever.

”I want their sorry asses to know what it’s like to be hunted, to feel death breathing down their necks. Let’s see if they still look smug and heroic when they’re butchered like pigs.” Greg’s lips peeled back in a snarl, fury flashing across his face.

”Ke ke ke...”

Even as the warriors ran with Levi, Greg’s deranged laughter echoed through the forest, growing closer and closer. That was when they realized the awful truth that Greg had been toying with them all along. He’d given them a sliver of hope only to snatch it away, wanting to crush their spirits and savor the despair in their eyes as they died.