The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 472: Chapter 472 Levi Keeping Silent

Zion didn’t answer. He wasn’t aware of what had happened back in the Golden Hue Territory either, so his gaze shifted to Levi instead. Levi’s expression was growing darker by the second, but he remained silent.

Zion pressed his lips together, then made his decision. ”Call in more healers,” he ordered. ”My mate must be stabilized before we return to the Royal Capital.”

His tone was cold, bordering on tyrannical, but no one dared refute him. Everyone present understood that this was the only viable option. They couldn’t possibly bring Addison back to the Royal Capital in her current state. If the Alpha King were to find out, all hell would break loose.

The problem was... no one knew what was actually happening to her.

Nor did they know how many healers it would take to pull Addison out of this predicament.

Leaving the last healer by Addison’s side, the doctor hurriedly helped the other two healers out of the tent. The moment they were clear, he raised his voice and called out for more assistance.

”Someone, help me carry them back to their tents!” the doctor shouted.

At his cry, the nearby warriors immediately jogged over and helped lift the two healers, both of whom were utterly exhausted. Even with the assistance of the warriors, the effort took its toll on the doctor to carry the two all by himself out of the tent. Once they were clear of the tent, the doctor bent slightly, hands braced against his waist as he panted for breath.

After steadying himself, he straightened and gave another urgent order. ”Call in the healers. The princess needs help.”

The moment those words left his mouth, unease rippled through the surrounding warriors. How serious did the princess’s condition have to be to require so many healers?

The thought alone set off alarm bells.

No one dared to waste a second. The warriors immediately split up, hurrying off to summon the healers and practically dragging them toward Addison’s tent. Fortunately, the healers had already finished tending to the mages and Archmage Elric and were resting in their own tents, only to be pulled out moments later by the frantic warriors calling for aid.

Because the warriors didn’t know Addison’s exact condition and could only speculate that she was on the brink of life and death, the message they relayed to the healers grew increasingly dire.

”Hurry, quick! The princess is dying!”

”She might not make it! Come with me, now!”

Hearing this, the healers who had been on the verge of protesting at being dragged out so abruptly instantly turned pale and flustered. Any trace of anger vanished. They broke into a run, some even being hauled along like startled chicks by the warriors, yet none of them resisted. Their concern for Addison outweighed everything else.

Before long, a crowd gathered outside Addison’s tent. Healers and warriors filled the area, and even several Alphas from the evacuated packs into the temporary shelter arrived after hearing the alarming news. The atmosphere grew heavy and tense as everyone waited, fearing the worst.

”Is the princess’s condition really that serious?” Alpha Hue asked anxiously, his voice tight with concern. Beside him, his daughter Mary was already on the verge of tears, clutching his sleeve.

The doctor froze for a moment when he saw the sudden influx of people crowding outside the tent, momentarily at a loss for words. There was no time to explain, nor could he afford to let panic spread any further.

”Later,” he said quickly, turning to the healers. ”Come inside first. I’ll explain everything once we have a clearer picture of the princess’s condition.”

Without waiting for further questions, he ushered the healers into the tent, leaving the worried crowd behind.

”Stop crowding the front of the tent! You’re interfering with the princess’s healing!” the doctor snapped, finally losing his temper. ”Go back to your duties and let the healers do their work!”

His sharp reprimand cut through the air, and the crowd stiffened. Only then did they realize that their presence, and their noise, was doing more harm than good. One by one, they reluctantly retreated, moving several meters away from Addison’s tent.

Still, none of them truly left. They lingered nearby, eyes fixed on the tent entrance, staying close enough to rush back at the slightest sign of trouble, just in case they were needed.

Soon, more than a dozen healers from different packs gathered at the tent. However, there were simply too many of them to enter at once. The doctor took charge, carefully controlling the number allowed inside. He led only two healers in first, stopping at the tent’s threshold.

There, he raised his voice and explained Princess Addison’s condition so that everyone, both those inside and those waiting outside, could hear him clearly, sparing himself from having to repeat it again and again.

Just as he had said before, he emphasized that the princess was suffering from severe energy depletion and that if her energy was not replenished as soon as possible, she could fall into a coma and suffer unpredictable side effects.

After hearing the explanation, the healers gained a clearer understanding of Princess Addison’s condition. However, what troubled them most was how she had ended up in such a state in the first place. What could have drained her energy so thoroughly that it required so many healers just to replenish it?

More importantly, what kind of energy was it? It clearly wasn’t stamina, nor was it mana; Addison was not a mage. The more they thought about it, the less sense it made.

Even as the healers tried to subtly investigate her energy source while treating her, taking advantage of their direct contact with her body, they found nothing. Every attempt to probe deeper yielded the same result: emptiness. It was as though they were staring into a white void, shrouded in mist, where no answers could be found at all.

In the end, until the healers completely exhausted their own healing power on Addison, no one could truly get to the bottom of the problem. That meant there were only two ways they would ever learn what had led to this situation: either Addison would wake up and explain it herself, or Levi would finally speak about what he had witnessed.

Yet even now, Levi stubbornly remained silent.

Zion, meanwhile, was visibly nearing the edge of his patience, not out of anger, but fear. He watched healer after healer emerge from the tent utterly drained, each one as pale and exhausted as the last.

And still, Addison’s condition improved only marginally. She showed faint signs of recovery, yet she remained unconscious. It felt increasingly clear to Zion that what they were doing might not be enough. Unless they identified and addressed the source of the problem, all of this effort could end in failure, and that source could only be found if they knew what had truly happened.

And yet, despite his anger almost reaching its breaking point, Zion had not lost his temper.

That was because, after three years of Levi staying by his side as his Beta, Zion believed he understood him well enough. Levi was meticulous and never reckless, never careless. He would never act without certainty.

More than that, Levi was fiercely protective of Addison. To the point that even before he knew she was his fated mate, he had been willing to stand against Zion himself for her sake.

After considering everything, Zion came to the conclusion that Levi wasn’t staying silent out of indifference, but out of caution. Whatever he knew was likely tied directly to what had happened to Addison, and if overheard by the wrong ears, it could put her in even greater danger. Realizing this, Zion forced himself to hold back.

He reinforced his mental barriers, sealing Shura tightly within. Normally, in moments like this, Shura would already be raging, eager to break free and wreak havoc, but Zion refused to let that happen. Not now.

He clenched his molars, grinding his teeth as he pushed his temper down again and again. All the while, his gaze never left Addison’s face, watching her as if sheer will alone might coax her awake, if only a moment sooner.

”Any improvement?” Maxwell finally demanded, his teeth clenched tight. Though Zion had managed to restrain his temper, Maxwell was clearly reaching his limit.

The question was directed at the third batch of healers kneeling beside Addison, their palms pressed against her as they channeled their healing energy into her body.

The healers, who had been keeping their eyes closed while attempting to probe Addison’s energy source, only to meet the same impenetrable void as the others, slowly opened them. Their faces had gone pale as their strength was steadily siphoned away, as if they were feeding a bottomless abyss.

One of them forced herself to speak despite the dizziness creeping in. ”Alpha Maxwell... we’re doing everything we can. We’ve tried to identify the source of the problem, but every attempt ends in a dead end. We can’t locate her energy source at all. The only thing we can do is continue replenishing her energy...”