The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 47 The Truth

But before Levi could gather his thoughts, Zion continued.

"The worst part was... she was already pregnant when I found her." His voice dropped, thick with pity.

"I was mortified. She never told me who the father was—refused to speak about it at all. I asked her how long she’d been imprisoned there, but she wouldn’t answer that either. When I tried to press her for clarification, she didn’t deny my assumptions—just laughed, this quiet, self-deprecating laugh... so full of sadness it haunted me."

He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched tightly. "I couldn’t leave her there. So I snuck her out—got her away from that hellhole before our forces stormed the place. Aside from me and the men who infiltrated with me, no one else knew. I had to keep it that way, at least until we could get her back to the Royal Capital safely."

Zion’s eyes darkened with the weight of the memory. "It was all just a coincidence—one I never saw coming."

...

A month before the end of the war.

"Alpha Zion, are you certain you’re prepared to take on the infiltration mission?" asked one of the older Alphas from the northern territory. A long, jagged scar ran from the top right of his scalp down across his left eye—an old wound from a silver blade that never properly healed. That eye, though still able to open, was now clouded white, its iris and pupil long lost and blinded.

He was an intimidating figure, his presence commanding even among seasoned warriors. As the acting commander of the coalition of Alphas from various territories, he held authority not just because of his age but his experience.

Having faced vampires and other hostile races for decades, he was ranked third among the strongest Alphas—his influence second only to the late Alpha Zion’s father. With the elder gone, he had moved up a place in the hierarchy.

Zion, though already a legend on the battlefield and known widely as the ’Beast Alpha,’ was still the youngest among them. Despite his accolades, in the eyes of the Northern Alpha, he was little more than a reckless youth.

"Yes, Alpha Damon. My warriors and I can infiltrate the fortress as soon as night falls. Once the enemy leaves to launch their attack, we’ll seize the opportunity to slip inside. You and the others just need to hold the front—buy us enough time to open the gates from within so our forces can swarm in and wipe them out," Zion declared with unwavering confidence, his voice steady and resolute.

He stood his ground, eyes locked with Damon’s, refusing to blink or waver. He knew many of the older Alphas still doubted him—saw him as too young, too reckless, too unstable.

Though his strength was undeniable, the memory of him losing control and letting his wolf go berserk still haunted the council. To them, he was a dangerous wildcard, not a dependable leader.

But this mission—if he succeeded—it would change everything. His reputation, his standing in the alliance, their perception of him as just a volatile youth... all of it would shift. And he was well aware of the stakes.

After all, this wasn’t the first attempt to breach the vampire fortress. Those who had tried before had either been slaughtered at the gates or dragged inside, never to return. For all they knew, those lost warriors now served as living blood banks—kept in the fortress’s depths to feed the very monsters they had failed to defeat.

So far, numerous groups had already been sent to infiltrate the fortress, all in vain. The war had reached a painful stalemate, and the werewolves were on the losing end. If things continued like this, they wouldn’t fall in battle—they’d wither away from exhaustion and starvation.

To make matters worse, the vampires exploited their aerial advantage. They launched constant raids, intercepting supply lines, burning resources, contaminating water, and even lacing rations with poison or laxatives. It was relentless. Ruthless even.

At times, it felt like the vampires weren’t even trying to win quickly—they were toying with them, dragging out the war just to savor the slow collapse of the werewolf forces.

Then, when the werewolves were at their weakest, the vampires could strike with full force—capturing the werewolf warriors and imprisoning them as blood banks. Afterward, they could kill the Alphas to prevent any future rebellion. After all, without their Alphas, the werewolves would be like sitting ducks: disorganized, leaderless, and vulnerable—an easy target for the vampires. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Moreover, the werewolves had already exhausted significant resources in this war, especially their manpower. The more fighters they lost, the more they would have to pull from their home territories, leaving those lands dangerously exposed.

And it wasn’t just the vampires they had to worry about—there were also the rogues, other opportunistic races, and the monsters lurking in the wilderness. If too many warriors were relocated to the front lines, there would be no one left to defend their homes. A single monster wave could wipe out their entire community if that happened.

And so, all the Alphas gathered at this table, currently strategizing and debriefing, are placing all their hopes on this infiltration mission. The fortress in question is a critical point in their defense, key to holding the vampires at bay while they regroup, strengthen their forces, and reorganize. That’s precisely why the vampires are guarding it so fiercely.

The fortress is heavily fortified, housing hundreds—possibly thousands—of vampires. It is led by a Vampire Lord, a noble of their kind, which only emphasizes its importance. A noble-ranked vampire is not only incredibly powerful but also capable of commanding vast numbers of vampires, depending on their rank. Even more dangerously, such a noble has the power to turn others into vampires through their bloodline, binding them as familiars under their control.

Once someone becomes a vampire’s familiar, they lose all sense of self, no thoughts of their own, and no control over their body. They exist only as a puppet, bound for eternity, until their master perishes.

Worse still, the higher a vampire’s rank, the more terrifying their abilities. Some can charm opponents into obeying them without even turning them into familiars, while others wield destructive powers, like conjuring fire with a mere thought.

Typically, high-ranking vampires remain secluded in the palace at the heart of their domain, uninterested in trivial matters unless their interests are directly threatened. So the fact that a noble vampire has been sent to the front lines means only one thing: the vampires are taking this war very seriously.

"Then, Alpha Zion, we leave this matter in your hands," Alpha Damon said. "We’ll rely on you to strategize the infiltration of the vampire’s fortress. Meanwhile, we’ll do our best to hold the front lines and draw their attention. But remember, we can only do so much—the rest will be up to you."

The other Alphas nodded in agreement. After all, it was Zion who had volunteered to take on the most difficult mission: infiltrating the fortress.

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