The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 25 Find Her!

His body trembled, knees threatening to buckle under him, yet he didn’t stop. With veins bulging across his arms and neck, sweat pouring from his brow, and his jaw clenched in pure defiance of the pain, he wrenched at the chains—one shackle after another—until finally, they snapped free.

His hands, however, paid the price.

Addison stared at them in horror—red, raw, blistered, and burned beyond recognition.

"Y-Your hands..." she whispered, a fragile sob escaping her lips. Her voice trembled with heartbreak. The sight tore at her—those strong, once-beautiful hands, now mangled from the silver’s backlash. She didn’t even know if they would ever heal. Not fully. Not back to the way they were.

"Luna Addison, please..." Gamma Levi whispered, his voice trembling yet firm. "I’d give up my hands a hundred times over if it meant saving you. This is my duty—as your Gamma. It’s what I’m meant to do."

He offered a faint, pained smile. Sweat beaded across his face, his skin pale and strained from the pain pulsing through his burned hands. Yet even in that state, he tried to comfort her, to put her at ease despite the unbearable pain he was enduring.

Getting Addison out hadn’t been part of his plan—at least, not yet. But the moment the opportunity presented itself, his instincts kicked in. His wolf growled and paced restlessly in his mind, urging him forward, desperate to protect her.

And so he did.

Without hesitation, Gamma Levi gently scooped Addison into his arms. The movement was swift but careful—filled with a tenderness that made it easy on her battered body. Though the sudden action startled her, Addison’s delayed reaction was dulled by pain and exhaustion.

Still, she noticed the care in his every movement. Despite his urgency, he held her delicately enough that the pain from her broken bones barely stirred.

As soon as Gamma Levi stood, he strode out of the dungeon cell, cradling Addison carefully in his arms. His bloodied hands supported her back and legs with a gentleness that belied his pain. Their blood mingled—his seeping from blistered palms, hers staining her torn and battered dress—but he didn’t care. fгeewebnovёl.com

Emerging into the corridor, he glanced around. No guards. They were likely still in disarray, panicking over the healer’s condition. Without wasting another second, Gamma Levi broke into a run, his footsteps light and fast as he slipped into the forest beyond the pack’s grounds.

He knew it wouldn’t take long before the others discovered Addison was gone. Worse, with their heightened senses, they could track them easily by scent. That thought made him stop behind a massive tree, hidden deep in the woods. Kneeling, he gently set Addison down on the mossy earth.

His movements quick and precise, Gamma Levi reached into his back pouch and pulled out a small vial. He uncorked it and sprayed the contents over Addison’s body, then over himself. The sharp herbal scent clung to them, masking their trail.

Once done, he shrugged off his coat and draped it around Addison’s shivering form. The garment hung heavily over her fragile body, but it was warm and held his scent—hopefully enough to soothe her.

Once he was done, Gamma Levi lifted Addison into his arms again and took off in a different direction. He knew the border patrol had tightened, with warriors stationed at nearly every point in the forest. His only hope was to move during the brief intervals between patrol shifts.

Fortunately, before heading to the dungeon, he had taken a risky detour—sneaking into the Alpha’s office to glimpse the patrol schedule. He had studied the rotations, memorized the shift changes, and noted the paths the warriors were assigned to. That knowledge became his lifeline.

Now, darting through the trees, he stuck to the shadows, moving with calculated precision. The first patrol came into view: two warriors walking side by side, each holding a spear.

Gamma Levi pressed his back against the trunk of a thick tree, stilling his breath until it barely stirred the air. Hidden by the darkness, only the faint glow of his eyes could be seen—until he closed them, letting the shadows fully consume him.

Addison’s breathing was shallow, almost imperceptible, which helped conceal their presence. The warriors passed just meters away, never noticing the pair cloaked in silence.

He moved again, sprinting from one cover to the next. Each time another patrol appeared, he repeated the process—freeze, hide, wait, run. Over and over, with painstaking care. For a moment, it seemed everything would go smoothly.

But then, a voice thundered in his mind, sharp and filled with fury—Beta Greg’s roar, echoing through the pack’s mind link.

"The prisoner has escaped! Find her—now!" The Beta’s furious voice thundered through the pack-wide mind link, reaching every warrior and wolf in the territory. The words struck like lightning, and both Levi and Addison heard it loud and clear.

Normally, only the Alpha of a pack had the authority and ability to initiate a pack-wide mind link. For a Beta, that level of communication was out of reach—too demanding, both mentally and spiritually.

But Beta Greg was an exception. This rare ability was what set him apart, marking him as the ideal Beta from a young age. It was also the root of his arrogance and the reason many revered—and feared—him.

Unlike regular Betas who could only connect with small groups at a time, Greg could project his voice into the minds of every member of the pack with ease, as if he were an Alpha himself.

This unique gift made it effortless for him to relay Alpha Zion’s commands without delay, reinforcing his power and influence.

Addison stirred weakly in Gamma Levi’s arms, her heart pounding in fear. Panic crept into her already fragile body. She knew what this meant. If they were caught, Levi would be labeled a traitor—no questions asked.

And if that happened... they’d torture him, just like they did to her. The thought alone sent a violent shiver down her spine.

Gamma Levi felt her tremble, and his jaw tightened. A mixture of sorrow and tenderness welled up in his chest. Even in her condition, she was still worried about him.

He leaned down and whispered softly, "Shh... don’t worry, Luna. I won’t fall into their hands that easily. I’ll make sure you get out of here—no matter what."

And with that promise, he pushed his legs harder, running deeper into the forest.

Meanwhile, every warrior in the pack was on high alert. The forest was suddenly alive with movement—patrols spread out, sniffing the air for any trace of Addison’s scent, scanning the darkness for even the slightest flicker of movement. The hunt had begun, and the shadows were no longer safe.

After hearing from the guards that the healer had collapsed after treating Addison, Beta Greg initially frowned in annoyance. Still, with the guest rooms arranged and the banquet preparations progressing smoothly, he figured he had a moment to spare. It wouldn’t hurt to check in on Addison’s pitiful condition—maybe even gloat a little.

With a smug bounce in his step, he descended into the dungeon—only to freeze in place the moment he caught sight of the open cell gate from a distance. His heart skipped a beat.

At first, he assumed the guards had simply forgotten to close it in their panic while rushing the healer to the pack hospital. After all, Addison was bound in silver and far too weak to move, let alone escape.

But then—Gamma Levi’s face flashed in his mind.