The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 58 Claire’s Plan

Zion stepped forward and reached for the door, but the omega quickly blocked his path despite her body trembling with fear. She stood firm, her voice wavering but resolute. "Alpha Zion, Luna Claire needs rest. She’s just come out of danger—she needs sleep. The doctor will come out shortly. Please wait a moment."

That a mere omega would dare to stop him, an Alpha, from entering a room in his own territory was unheard of. It was a first, and it only fueled the growing suspicion gnawing at Zion. He didn’t want to believe that Claire was hiding something, or worse, that someone in his pack might be trying to harm her. But either possibility was deeply troubling.

If someone inside was planning to harm Claire, it would only intensify the pressure on his pack. The perpetrator might even try to shift the blame, claiming that his missing Luna had run away out of guilt and fear of retribution from the royal family.

But if that were the case, the omega standing before him should have already defected—betraying her pack in the process. Yet, she looked too guilty and scared to have the courage to betray anyone. That left Zion with only one conclusion: Claire had already woken up. And for some unknown reason, she didn’t want to see him. But why?

Zion didn’t have the patience to speculate—he never did. Without another word, he brushed the trembling omega aside and entered the room. Inside, Claire was sitting up in bed, the healer and doctor standing silently at her sides, their heads bowed. When they noticed their Alpha, guilt, heartbreak, and a tangle of unreadable emotions crossed their faces, but neither of them spoke.

Zion’s eyes immediately found Claire. For a split second, her expression was unreadably blank—cold, even. But the moment their gazes met, her composure shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes, and then, without warning, she broke into sobs.

"Zion... my baby..." Claire’s voice cracked as sobs tore through her trembling lips. She looked like a plum blossom tree caught in a cold wind—fragile, beautiful, and heartbreakingly pitiful.

The sight might have moved anyone else.

But Zion felt... nothing.

No surge of pity, no tightening in his chest. Just an empty stillness. Still, he schooled his expression into one of concern, choosing to play along for the sake of the grieving princess before him.

"My baby is gone..." she whispered, her voice so soft and broken it barely reached his ears.

"How could this happen?" Zion asked, his voice low and laced with restrained tension as he directed the question to the two standing beside the bed. But instead of answering, they bit their lips and lowered their gazes, clearly holding back something they couldn’t—or wouldn’t—say.

Zion silently exerted his Alpha aura, expecting their submission. Yet they withstood the pressure, choosing to endure the backlash rather than betray whatever silence they were bound to.

That’s when it clicked. They weren’t staying quiet because of loyalty to Claire. They had sworn their oaths to him, not her. She might be a princess, but she wasn’t the Alpha King—she had no authority to command them outright.

Which could only mean one thing: Claire had a secret, and she had somehow coerced them into keeping it. Zion could already imagine her veiled threats—perhaps using the fate of the pack as leverage.

In the past, Zion would never have questioned Claire like this. She had always seemed like a sweet, vibrant girl—easy to indulge, easy to humor. But now, with suspicion gnawing at the edges of his thoughts—and especially after hearing that omega refer to Claire as her Luna—Zion couldn’t ignore the growing unease in his chest.

He wasn’t some pampered noble who couldn’t read between the lines. He had fought on the front lines, learned to read people with precision, especially after what happened to his Beta.

Of course, he wasn’t all-seeing—there were still pieces missing. But that was exactly why he’d sent Levi to investigate. Because once doubt rooted itself in Zion’s mind, he wouldn’t rest until he unearthed the truth... or it would keep clawing at him relentlessly.

Claire fully expected Zion to rush to her side, to console her for the loss of her child, and more than that, to be consumed with guilt. After all, it was his Luna who had caused the death of her unborn pup.

By all logic, Zion should be beside himself with rage, storming out to punish Addison—perhaps even executing her on the spot. He had always treated Claire well, and he knew she carried the royal bloodline.

The pup she lost was not just hers—it was of royal descent. Unless Zion wanted to risk his entire pack being subjected to retaliation from the royal family, he should be making a show of condemning Addison’s actions, punishing her with his own hands to prove to the royal family that what happened had nothing to do with his pack’s values.

So even if she never laid a finger on Addison after the fall, Claire believed the outcome would be the same—Addison would suffer, maybe even die. After all, Claire had already made the cruel choice to harm herself, knowing she couldn’t keep the baby. If she was going to rid herself of the child to start anew with Zion, why not eliminate Addison too? That way, nothing—and no one—would stand in her way.

In Claire’s twisted mind, as long as Zion believed she was the royal princess and that Addison had hurt her, his ruthless nature and sense of duty to protect the pack would compel him to act. He would punish Addison swiftly, perhaps even execute her publicly to appease the royal family. And the mere thought of Addison’s demise—of watching her suffer—sent a twisted thrill through Claire’s heart.

Once Addison was out of the picture, Claire could finally claim the title of this pack’s Luna. That was why she deliberately rolled down the stairs with Addison—and made no effort to protect her belly.

She made sure her pregnant stomach took the brunt of the impact. Because in her mind, she had no other choice. If she didn’t act ruthlessly and rid herself of the child that didn’t even belong to Zion, she feared Addison might truly win him over. And that, she could never allow.

The moment she heard that Zion was spending his days holed up in the Alpha’s suite with Addison, without so much as stepping out, she knew—Addison had to be removed. And Claire only knew one way to do that: the cruel way.

She had learned from the vampires who tortured and humiliated her how to bend, how to inflict pain, and how to survive it. Pain didn’t scare her. What terrified her was a fate worse than death—being left behind, and powerless.

Besides, Addison was nothing more than a wolfless Luna—disliked, powerless, and offering nothing of value. Everyone already hated her. So in Claire’s eyes, getting rid of Addison wasn’t just for her own benefit—it was doing the entire pack a favor.

And the best part? She wouldn’t even need to get her hands dirty. Others would do it for her. Beta Greg had already made it clear he intended to make Claire the new Luna. All she had to do was lean into his plan. As for the rest of the pack—they adored her. Even the omegas followed her commands without question. Everything was falling into place.