The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 55 Zion’s Decision

Interspecies mating was rare, and pregnancies were even more so—almost always fatal to the mother. Yet Claire was still alive, and her belly was already quite large. That ruled out most unnatural scenarios.

In the end, the only conclusion Zion could draw was that she must’ve found her fated mate under unknown circumstances. And as for his current whereabouts... Zion didn’t need to ask. The silence around her said it all. Her mate was probably already dead.

But since Claire bore no mating mark and hadn’t gone through the formal marking process, the pup in her belly could only be considered a bastard by tradition—a stain on the royal bloodline. Still, no one would dare say it aloud.

The child carried royal blood, and that alone was enough to silence any critic. More importantly, the fact that Claire had been taken by vampires hinted at something deeper. This wasn’t just a random abduction—there was a plan behind it, and she was meant to play a critical role.

If word got out that he had found and rescued the princess, the vampires might retaliate. Who knew if they would send another ranked vampire after them? Zion couldn’t take that risk. He had no choice now—he needed to come up with a plan, and fast.

In the end, the only plan that made sense was to protect Claire by pretending she was his fated mate and claiming the child as his own. That way, he would have a valid reason to bring her back to his territory and shield her until the Royal Convoy arrived to retrieve her.

Fortunately, most of the warriors and Alphas were still out on the battlefield, leaving the camp nearly empty. That gave him the chance to hide Claire and keep her covered and out of sight.

Once he made his decision, Zion ordered Greg and the remaining warriors to guard his tent while Claire rested inside. She slept peacefully, unaware of the chaos still unfolding outside. With that settled, Zion returned to the frontlines.

His presence on the battlefield shifted the tide of the war. Fighting side by side with Alpha Damon, they managed to take down the vampire lord. Shura’s raw power and skill in combat were on full display, leaving everyone in awe.

None of the Alphas could match Zion’s strength at his age—and now, he could already hold his own against any of them. Given more time, there was no doubt he would become even more formidable.

They had never truly noticed his strength or potential before—Zion had always been overlooked and dismissed. But now, they watched in stunned silence as he tore through vampires like they were made of paper. His massive midnight-black wolf form seemed to melt into the shadows of the night, only his glowing golden eyes giving away his position. With one swipe of his powerful paws, he could rip vampires in half, and his jaws snapped necks with terrifying ease.

The Betas who had once mocked or underestimated his warriors now felt a cold chill run down their spines. Instinctively, they formed a cautious circle around him, none daring to get too close. Zion, or rather Shura in his wolf form, easily killed five vampires at a time with ruthless efficiency.

Though slightly larger than the average Alpha wolf, his movements were swift and agile. Shura was like a predator honed for warmachine—every step deliberate, every attack lethal. It was clear he excelled not just in open combat but in ambush and assassination as well.

When the Vampire Lord spotted Zion in his beast form, his eyes locked onto him with murderous intent. From atop the tower, he realized Claire was gone—and his fury knew no bounds. Enraged beyond words, he leapt down, aiming to snatch Zion off the ground, drag him high into the sky, and drop him to his death.

But Zion had anticipated the move. Instead of being caught off guard, he dodged swiftly to the side and clamped his powerful jaws onto the Vampire Lord’s right wing. With a vicious shake of his head, he intended to snap the wing’s bone, grounding the Vampire Lord until his wing healed. However, Zion underestimated his own strength—rather than just breaking the bone, he completely tore the wing off.

Now grounded and unable to rely on flight, the Vampire Lord had no choice but to face Zion head-on. At that moment, Alpha Damon gave the command.

"Protect the young Alpha! Don’t let any more vampires near him!" Alpha Damon roared.

As expected, the moment the vampires saw their lord’s wing ripped off, their fury turned to Zion. They locked their eyes on him and focused all their attacks in his direction. But this shift in attention worked to the werewolves’ advantage—it became easier for the others to pick off the distracted vampires. Zion had unintentionally become the perfect bait.

Despite his strength, Zion’s healing abilities couldn’t match those of the Vampire Lord. Though his injuries were minor, they still slowed him down—giving the Vampire Lord precious moments to recover. That’s when Alpha Damon stepped in. The two Alphas fought in perfect sync, taking turns engaging the Vampire Lord. While one rested, the other fought, making sure the enemy never had enough time to heal fully.

But they had still underestimated the Vampire Lord’s regenerative power. In no time, his severed wing had fully regrown, and he took to the sky once more.

As he ascended, Zion suddenly shifted into his human form and leapt after him before he could reach higher.

The Vampire Lord, now nearly 50 meters above the ground, sneered in amusement. He assumed Zion was once again trying to rip off his wings— when the young Alpha slipped and plummeted back to the ground, he thought it was over. He climbed even higher, soaring to 100 meters, basking in his perceived victory.

Below, Zion staggered to his feet, breathing hard. His arm was fractured, and two of his ribs were broken. But instead of collapsing, he smirked and looked up at the Vampire Lord.

That’s when the Vampire Lord noticed something was wrong.

There was a faint hissing sound... the scent of burning wick...

His eyes widened in realization. He twisted in midair, trying to reach behind him—spinning, clawing at his back—but it was too late.

BOOM!

What followed was a rain of blood and scattered entrails falling from the night sky, illuminated by the eerie glow of a full moon. Fortunately for the werewolves, the full moon amplified their strength and healing abilities, and many felt the silent blessing of the Moon Goddess watching over them.

After the vampire lord was blasted into pieces, a collective screech of fury erupted from the remaining vampires. Enraged, they launched themselves at Zion, focusing all their attacks on him. But with Alpha Damon shielding him, Zion was given a moment to recover.

A field medic quickly tended to his wounds, and once healed, Zion returned to the fray with unrelenting ferocity. He tore through the vampires like a rampaging beast, unstoppable and merciless. His brutal efficiency in battle earned him newfound recognition—he truly lived up to the title of "Beastly Alpha."

The battle raged on until the break of dawn, when they finally cleared the entire castle of vampires. In the basement, they discovered the captive werewolves—weak, barely clinging to life, but alive.