The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 37 She’s Dying

"She’s dying," the healer said grimly as he placed his glowing hands over Addison’s chest, channeling his energy. "Her heart’s under extreme strain. She’s lost too much blood—it’s barely managing to pump what little remains through her body."

The Royal Doctor immediately took charge, barking orders to the other medical staff in the ward.

"Go! Check her blood type—we need a transfusion immediately! Her wolf isn’t responding, and she’s not healing fast enough. Her body isn’t generating blood quickly, and if this continues, she’ll go into cardiac arrest!"

Only then did the others grasp the severity of Addison’s condition.

As the Royal Healer began working to stabilize her, the doctor swiftly moved on to assess the rest of her injuries."My God... this child," he murmured. "How has she even survived until now? Multiple fractures, and these gaping wounds on her back—were these caused by silver whipping?"

"Who could be so heartless as to subject this girl to such brutal torture?!" the Royal Doctor exclaimed as he continued examining Addison.

His chest tightened with anguish at the sight of her. She looked so fragile, so helpless—it was hard to imagine she could have done anything to deserve this level of cruelty. Nothing about her appearance suggested she was capable of any evil that might warrant such punishment.

"Old man, hurry! Heal her injuries as quickly as you can!" the Royal Doctor urged the healer urgently.

"I’m doing my best, so be quiet—I can’t focus with you shouting," the healer snapped, eyes locked on Addison as his hands worked tirelessly.

By the time the medical staff had taken Addison’s blood sample for testing, the healer finally spoke again, his voice low and grave.

"This isn’t working. We need the Saintess’s help. The wounds on her back aren’t healing—there’s silver residue embedded in her skin. That’s why her body’s rejecting the healing. Even my abilities aren’t enough to treat this properly."

"Even if I succeed in healing her, the scars left behind will be deep... and permanent."

The Royal Healer’s expression darkened, shadowed by worry.

"Tsk... The Saintess lives in the Sacred Land, far from here. We’d have to send a formal request just to be considered," the Royal Doctor muttered bitterly as he carefully tended to Addison’s broken arm.

"Do you think summoning the Saintess is that simple? Even the royal family struggles to gain her audience. For people like us, so far down the hierarchy... it’s nearly impossible."

He gently realigned her fractured arm. Addison flinched, her nose scrunching and her brow furrowing in pain—but she didn’t even cry out. Maybe the pain had already pushed her beyond the point of screaming.

Everyone watching felt their hearts ache for her.

"Sir! We got the results, but..."

The medical staff member hesitated, glancing nervously between the Royal Healer and the Royal Doctor. His gaze then drifted to Addison’s face, clearly troubled by what he had discovered.

"But what?" the Royal Doctor snapped, his patience wearing thin.

"It appears... she has royal blood," the staff member said slowly. "The only possible blood donors would have to come from the royal family."

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire ward fell into stunned silence. It was as if lightning had struck—no one moved, no one spoke. All eyes turned to Addison, lying unconscious on the bed. The weight of the revelation pressed down on them, and more than one throat ran dry in disbelief.

Just then, Elric burst into the room, panting heavily and coughing as if he might cough his lungs out."Here—Your Majesty! The princess... she’s here!" he gasped out, his voice hoarse with urgency.

The word princess sent another wave of shock through the room. Everyone’s eyes shifted to Addison once more, now with growing uncertainty and awe.

The more they stared, the more they began to notice the faint resemblance, subtle features that echoed the missing royal princess who had vanished three years ago. But Addison’s face was caked in blood, her hair matted and darkened with it.

The familiar golden-blonde hair was nowhere in sight, making them question if their minds were simply playing tricks on them.

Yet Elric had called her princess—and now, that word clung to their thoughts like a spell, reshaping their very thoughts.

The Alpha King and Queen rushed into the room, disheveled and clearly nervous. They had sent Elric to look at the report to verify whether the Midnight River Pack’s claims were true, that they managed to find and rescue the royal princess.

At the same time, they had dispatched a convoy to scout and serve as bait to the other pack territories around their land, careful not to raise suspicion, especially from the Vampires, who had kidnapped their daughter three years ago.

Elric’s mission to find her had been a closely guarded secret, and now, with these revelations, everything felt as though it was spiraling out of control.

When Elric was sent on this mission, he had to perform a tracking spell to ensure he would be teleported directly to where the princess was.

If the Midnight River Pack’s story was true, and the princess was indeed waiting for him to bring her back to the Royal Capital, everything would go smoothly. But when he teleported, he found himself deep in the forest, standing before two unknown men.

For a moment, Elric thought he had failed in his spell, that something had gone wrong with his calculations. That was, until he saw Addison in their grasp. He tried to make out her face, but the darkness, coupled with the blood that covered her, obscured her features. He couldn’t identify her.

Determined not to let this delay his mission, Elric decided to bring them back to the Royal Palace. Despite the possibility that these strangers could be enemies with hidden agendas, he had already cast a binding spell on them.

If they dared to act against him or try anything while inside the palace, the spell would activate and bind them instantly. With that security in place, he felt a sense of relief, though the situation was far from over.

As soon as Addison was settled in bed, Elric rushed out to summon the Alpha King and Queen. Together, they made their way back to the medical ward, and Elric immediately reported everything that had happened, along with his suspicions.

Even if his assumptions were wrong, they could still run the necessary tests. If the princess wasn’t who he thought she was and got the wrong person, he could simply delay his visit and return to the Midnight River Pack in a day or two, then bring the real princess back, and there wouldn’t be much of a problem.

With that plan in mind, he decided to act quickly. But as they entered the room, the medical staff was already reporting their findings.

Hearing the results confirmed his suspicions, and Elric felt a wave of relief. Had he ignored this girl, assuming she wasn’t the princess, and gone straight to the Midnight River Pack, he might have been too late.

The princess could have died from her injuries without receiving the proper treatment. But now, with his decision to intervene, he felt grateful that he had did what he did.