The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314: Chapter 314 Their Own Psychological Warfare

This was the most information he had gathered so far, but how could he tell Addison any of it? He couldn’t trust anyone right now, not really, except for her and her mates.

That also meant he couldn’t risk sending his findings to her. If a mole got hold of the information, they could erase all their traces, making it far harder for Maxwell and the others to follow the remaining trails their enemies had left behind, and to understand their motives.

"Since you’re of no use, then just die," Maxwell said, his voice icy. His nails elongated, sharp as blades, and he slit the rogue’s throat in one swift motion.

The rogue’s eyes widened in delayed terror as he stared into Maxwell’s cold, unflinching face before collapsing, blood gushing from the severed carotid artery.

Fresh blood spattered across Maxwell’s face, but he casually wiped it away with his sleeve.

Then he barked a command. "Cut their heads off. Mount them on stakes around here. And throw the bodies outside, let their allies see what awaits anyone foolish enough to cross us." Maxwell smirked slightly to himself; he knew this display would play on the minds of their enemies, and that fear would be a weapon of its own.

By placing the rogue’s head at his interrogation spot, deep in the heart of the forest under his control, Maxwell ensured that any new batch of prisoners would come face-to-face with it.

The sight of the severed head would cut straight through the rogues’ mental defenses, triggering fear and activating their survival instincts. The more terrified they became, the more likely they were to spill information.

After all, once captured, they faced only Maxwell or a cliff. Since these rogues were from the Dark Witch’s Faction, they had no real choice but death.

They could, however, choose how they would die: either reveal critical information by speaking certain keywords before the curse on their bodies activated, or have Maxwell personally end their lives.

Although the odds of this plan succeeding were no higher than twenty percent, Maxwell was willing to gamble. After all, a man’s survival instinct was formidable; when it suddenly kicked in, even a single second of life was all Maxwell needed for them to speak.

The mental pressure inflicted by the severed heads would surely make them crumble. While throwing the rogues’ bodies back to where they came from was an unmistakable provocation to their leader, designed to inflame their ego and tempt them into reckless action.

While Maxwell and Zion relied on brutal mental torture to pry at their captured prisoners, Levi didn’t bother. He already knew the two would squeeze out what little information there was to be had.

Knowing Zion as well as he did, Levi was content to leave the interrogation and scheming in their hands.

His own approach was far simpler: when he or his people spotted a rogue probing their defenses or trying to sneak inside, he dealt with them directly. One rogue, two rogues—it didn’t matter.

He cut them down and tossed their bodies outside like garbage. This way, he spared himself the mental strain of plotting against their enemies bound by curses, enemies who would die before revealing anything of real value.

Most of these rogues were death warriors, men who cared nothing for their lives. That was precisely why Maxwell and Zion leaned on psychological warfare to awaken the buried instinct for survival in these people. But Levi knew his limits as a Beta, and so he deliberately chose not to employ the same tactics.

On top of that, while guarding his own section, he also monitored the barrier from time to time. Despite these distractions, he remained effective, keeping his side of the border well-protected. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

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