The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Chapter 237 Forced

"Zion! Maxwell! Lance! They’re trying to force us toward the middle road; they’re herding us! Push back, now!" Addison screamed at the top of her lungs, urgency lacing every word.

The three men froze for a split second as the implications hit them. Then their expressions darkened, murderous, even.

The attackers knew they couldn’t go head-to-head with Addison’s two Alpha mates or overcome Lance’s formidable combat skills. So, instead of trying to break through the line of guards to reach Addison directly, they began flanking the caravan from both sides, herding them toward the middle route.

It was clear now: their goal wasn’t to capture Addison themselves, but to force the caravan into a trap, where the dark fairies would be waiting to deal with her and her group.

Zion and Maxwell intensified their attacks, turning the battlefield into a scene of carnage. But the enemy wolves kept coming, like an endless swarm of ants. No matter how strong Zion and Maxwell were, they couldn’t keep up with the relentless surge of rogues crashing toward them.

Then Zion’s sharp gaze locked onto a dark gray wolf standing motionless on a slope in the forest, just watching. Its eyes gleamed with vicious intent. With Zion’s experience, he immediately recognized the signs; this wolf was the one commanding the assault.

The werewolves attacking them weren’t just reckless, they were fearless, charging in like moths to a flame, utterly unafraid of death. That could only mean one thing: these were death warriors, ready to die for their mission.

Zion’s heart sank. No matter how fiercely they fought, they would only wear themselves down. The enemy was well-prepared, and this was only the beginning.

Luckily, they had Elric on their side. As soon as Lance shouted that they were under attack, the mages immediately began chanting their incantations. Surrounded by forest, they had to avoid using fire-based spells to prevent igniting the entire area, so they resorted to other elemental attacks, lightning, wind, and ice, to support the guards.

The guards, now fully shifted into their wolf forms, fought fiercely alongside the mages. Even Lance had shifted, using his wolf form to clear a path for the caravan as it surged forward at full speed. But when he heard Addison’s warning, he nearly stumbled, realizing too late that she was right.

Their escape route had been sealed.

Enemy werewolves were racing alongside the caravan on both sides, forcing them onto the middle road, just as Addison had predicted. They weren’t just being attacked; they were being herded.

Zion, sensing the danger, became even more ferocious. He tore into their enemies with savage precision, instantly ripping the head off one rogue with his razor-sharp teeth, then cleanly severing another’s neck with a brutal slash of his claws.

One after another, the rogues’ lifeless bodies piled across the ground, turning the forest path into a blood-soaked battlefield. The scent of death and violence panicked the horses, sending them into a full-blown frenzy.

Terrified, they galloped at full speed, no longer responding to the coachman’s commands. Despite his desperate attempts to rein them in, the horses charged ahead, and the only open path in their view? The middle route.

The coachman’s grip tightened on the reins as anxiety flooded his chest, but the horses wouldn’t stop. Even if he managed to halt them, the carts behind would crash into one another due to the sudden stop, likely causing more casualties. It was a lose-lose situation; take the middle route, or risk a pile-up that could injure or kill everyone on board.

With no other choice and a heart heavy with dread, the coachman clenched his jaw and surrendered to fate, as the caravan barreled into the middle road.

"Princess, we can’t break through!" one of the guards shouted, slashing down another rogue without pause. The attackers didn’t even try to fight back; they were simply throwing themselves in the way, acting as living barricades to force the caravan toward the dangerous middle route.

Hearing this, a cold sweat broke out on Addison’s back. These rogues had to know what lay ahead. Either they were aware of the dark legends surrounding that path... or, as Zion speculated before, they were working for the dark witches and are aware of the dark fairies. If that was the case, then the stories about dark fairies residing there must also be true.

Dark fairies were no ordinary foes. They were said to be sinister and brutal; those entities were known for making intruders vanish without a trace... or worse.

Addison glared outside the cart, but the animal hide covering the roof and some part of the rear of the cart blocked most of her view; all she could see was the horse-drawn cart trailing behind theirs.

’This can’t go on.’ She clenched her fists, frustration bubbling inside her. Then, she closed her eyes and tried to recall the feeling she had when she shifted into her wolf form the day before. They couldn’t afford to keep playing into the rogues’ hands; she had to join the fight.

’They’re trying to trap us there... or worse.’

’Come on... come out!’ Addison urged silently, trying to coax her wolf into emerging. But no matter how hard she focused, there was no response; the beast within remained dormant, unbothered by her call. Frustrated, she changed tactics and turned to her theory: the obsidian-black wolf had responded to rage before, hadn’t it?

’It’s not enough?’ Addison gritted her teeth. ’What am I missing?’

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