The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Royal Convoy’s Arrival

To cover thousands of miles in an instant, Elric had to gather a significant amount of rare ingredients and supplies to perform the complex spell needed to open a stable portal from the Royal Grounds to the edge of the Sacred Lands—and another to return. The spell was intricate, time-consuming, and costly, but he had no other choice. Addison’s life depended on it.

With the teleportation portal, their travel time would be cut drastically—perhaps even by half. Still, Elric could only hope he would be able to persuade the Saintess quickly. If she refused or hesitated, there was no telling how long it might take to bring her back—if he could bring her back at all.

Sending a disciple in his place was out of the question. This mission required sincerity and humility, and delegating it would risk offending the Saintess. They were the ones in need of help, and they had to demonstrate that truth with utmost respect.

After everyone left the medical ward, silence fell once more. Meanwhile, in the Midnight River Pack, the Royal Convoy had already set out as soon as they received the Alpha King’s orders.

By dawn, they arrived at the pack’s borders—but to their surprise, there was no welcoming party. The entire area felt eerily deserted and solemn. The lack of enthusiasm made the head of the Royal Convoy wrinkle his nose in displeasure.

In every other pack they had visited, it was customary to be met with respectful fanfare. Members of the pack—led by their Alpha and top warriors—would gather at the border to show their unity and strength, followed by escorting the convoy to their quarters to rest before a formal banquet.

The visiting party was always entertained and treated with honor. But here, the absence of any greeting struck an ominous chord.

Even without the usual warm welcome, the contrast wouldn’t have been so jarring—if not for the memory of how other packs treated them. Now, as their carriage moved deeper into the territory, the head of the Royal Convoy wrinkled his nose once more—this time for a different reason.

A thick, metallic scent of blood hung heavily in the air, saturating the forest as if a massacre had just taken place. As they passed through, they saw warriors scattered among the trees, silently cleaning up the aftermath.

Their expressions were grim and their jaws clenched so tightly it seemed they might crack their molars, but none of them reacted to the arrival of the convoy. They moved mechanically, their minds seemingly elsewhere, too lost in thought to even notice the Yoyal Convoy and his entourage.

"Ha! What kind of so-called Hero’s territory is this?" the head of the Royal Convoy scoffed, his tone laced with disdain. "His warriors are pathetic—anyone could’ve ambushed them in broad daylight. If you ask me, their carelessness is probably what got those other warriors killed." With a snort, he yanked the curtain shut, blocking the grim view that irritated him so much.

Unlike the Royal Convoy, however, the rest of the entourage was shocked—stunned, even. After all, this was the territory of the Hero, Alpha Zion—the man known as a beast on the battlefield, feared by both vampires and werewolves alike. For something like this to happen on his land... had he lost control again? Was his territory under attack?

But then again, there were no traces of vampires anywhere. Not a single lingering scent of rogues either. The only scent in the air was that of Zion’s pack, mixed heavily with fresh blood. Judging by how strong the metallic tang still was, the deaths had occurred recently—too recent for the wind to have masked the attackers’ scent.

Which left only one chilling possibility: Alpha Zion himself had gone berserk.

A cold shiver ran down their spines.

He had no time to monitor Greg’s every move, no idea just how deeply his Beta’s actions were shaping his image. And because of that, the world came to know a version of Zion that wasn’t entirely true.

But now, seeing the aftermath of so many warriors’ deaths in Zion’s territory, the royal entourage couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of dread. As they traveled deeper into the Midnight River Pack, the mood grew heavier.

When they passed through the community where the pack members lived, what greeted them wasn’t the usual curiosity or hospitality—it was silence and despair. The people wore grim, hollow expressions, as if the very life had been drained from them. It was unsettling.

When they finally arrived at the Packhouse, they were met not by the Alpha or Luna, but by the Gamma—Levi—who seemed to have taken on the role of a butler. Traditionally, if an Alpha was unavailable to greet the visitors, the Luna would at least make an appearance to welcome them with proper decorum. But here, that expectation was clearly unmet.

Levi, catching the flicker of judgment in their eyes, offered a shallow smile and spoke before they could voice their thoughts. "Welcome, everyone, to the Midnight River Pack. We appreciate your presence in our territory. Unfortunately... our Luna has vanished—disappeared off the grid entirely. So, aside from myself, there’s no one available to properly host you at the moment. We ask for your understanding."

He gave a slight bow, but the faint smirk on his lips hinted at something more—perhaps amusement, or something darker beneath the surface.

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