The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 48 Humiliated?

If they were tasked with holding the front lines and diverting the vampires’ focus, they felt it was a more manageable challenge. Once inside the fortress, however, there would be no support, no matter how loudly they screamed.

Everyone agreed that it was a bargain. Once the arrangement was finalized, they exited the tent where the meeting had been held. It was still early morning, and most of the warriors were either asleep under the eaves or resting inside their tents.

Life on the frontlines had disrupted the werewolves’ body clocks—nighttime was when the vampires were most active, making it impossible for them to rest then.

Instead, they were forced to adapt to the vampires’ schedule. Sleeping at night meant risking ambushes and surprise attacks from the shadows, which would only lead to more death and bloodshed.

In the mornings, the vampires’ familiars often emerged to stir up trouble or provoke skirmishes, leaving the werewolves with little chance to truly rest. So whenever a moment of calm arrived—like now—they seized the opportunity to sleep and recover.

Zion, too, returned to his pack after the meeting and entered his tent, where a simple meal had already been prepared. Even though all the packs were camping together, each one was responsible for guarding their own supplies and protecting their own interests. Resources weren’t distributed equally here; they had to bring their own resources from their own territories.

When Zion first arrived at the frontlines, the supplies had been barely sufficient—just enough to keep his warriors going. But as the days dragged on, their rations steadily diminished, now barely enough to stave off hunger, let alone keep them battle-ready.

He wasn’t surprised. Even before his departure, he’d already heard the whispers—several allied packs had cut ties with the Midnight River Pack. The fallout was only beginning to show.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that the dwindling supplies were no coincidence. The other packs had clearly cut off their support—not just their alliance, but their lifeline.

For a pack like the Midnight River Pack, which had long depended on the provisions sent in exchange for protection, this was more than abandonment. It was a quiet death sentence. Cruel, but not unexpected.

Zion was furious, but powerless to force them to honor their past promises. In their world, only the strong commanded loyalty.

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So instead of wasting energy on resentment, Zion set his resolve: he would grow stronger. That was why he volunteered for this mission. He had to prove his worth on the frontlines—show the other Alphas that severing ties with the Midnight River Pack was a mistake they couldn’t afford to make.

While Addison may have been part of the reason Zion left his pack so abruptly, she wasn’t the whole reason.

Deep down, he knew that no other Alpha believed in him.

After his father’s death, the Midnight River Pack was seen as a shadow of its former self—its value diminished in the eyes of others. Zion understood that unless he proved his strength, no one would respect him, and no one would seek an alliance with him.

Without allies, the future of his pack would only spiral into decline. Even if he managed to make his pack self-sufficient and strong enough to defend their own territory, they’d still be vulnerable.

In a world where enemies could come in overwhelming numbers, strength alone wasn’t enough—without alliances, they would stand alone when the next army arrived at their doorstep.

Because Zion was a young Alpha with little influence or alliances, many of the other packs looked down on him—and by extension, mistreated those under his command. His warriors were bullied openly at the campsite.

He once witnessed a group of Betas from other packs ganging up on his own Beta, Greg. They dislocated Greg’s arms, forced him to kneel, stepped on his face, spat on him, and taunted him with cruel, demeaning slurs.

What made it worse was that the attackers were high-ranking warriors in their own packs. Like Zion, they were Betas and Gammas with strong bloodlines and high sex drives, a trait often more pronounced in those with Alpha, Beta, or Gamma heritage.

The worst incident Zion witnessed was when several Betas took the abuse even further. After the usual beatings—dislocating Greg’s arm, forcing him to kneel, stepping on his face—they escalated the assault.

They stripped him and sexually violated him and fucked him form behind, no matter how much Greg fought back, he can’t take down a few couple of Betas together who was pinning him down and helping each other to make sure he can’t get up until everyone’s done with him.

Greg fought back as best as he could, but he was hopelessly outnumbered. No matter how strong he was, there was a limit to how many enemies he could withstand alone.

In the end, Greg was left broken—humiliated and treated like nothing more than a rag. When Alpha Zion witnessed the assault, he lost control. Fueled by rage, he beat down every Beta involved, only to find himself clashing with other Alphas from rival packs.

It was only then that Zion discovered the horrifying truth—this wasn’t the first time, nor was Greg the only victim. Several of his warriors had suffered the same abuse. What shocked him even more was that such acts had become normalized among the other packs.

Many used sex as a way to blow off steam, relieve stress, or satisfy their uncontrollable drives. Zion had been completely unaware of this dark undercurrent. Though he too struggled with his own urges, he had kept himself disciplined and clean. He never imagined his Beta—or any of his warriors—were enduring such trauma.

His violent retaliation left many Betas injured, and as a result, the other Alphas turned against him, resenting him for attacking their men—even if those men had crossed an unforgivable line.

As a result, Zion and his people became isolated—but to him, isolation was better than continued humiliation. Unfortunately, the harassment didn’t end there. Though the assaults stopped, his warriors were still targeted—beaten in secret.

Before Zion could find out and retaliate, the culprits would scatter or cover for each other, making it nearly impossible for him to get justice.

Fortunately, over time, the supplies sent to Zion’s camp began to increase—signaling that their pack’s status was rising once more. This growing recognition caused others to finally back off a little, realizing that Zion was no longer a powerless Alpha. The harassment stopped—but by then, the damage had already been done.

Beta Greg, having endured the worst of it, was left deeply scarred. The humiliation he suffered changed him, warping his sense of right and wrong in ways that even Zion couldn’t foresee.

"Alpha Zion, please eat your meal first. You need to keep your strength up—you can’t keep skipping meals just to save food for us," Beta Greg said as he entered, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of potato and meat soup, three pieces of whole grain bread, and a cup of clean water. "We have plenty of supplies now. Besides, you’ll need the energy to stay in peak condition for our upcoming infiltration mission."

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