The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Chapter 271 The West

Zion stiffened at her words. A pang of jealousy twisted in his chest, knowing that Levi once shared those moments with her. At the same time, guilt washed over him. He remembered how Addison had supported him for so long while he fought at the frontlines, yet he had been too blind and foolish to truly see her worth back then.

Knowing this, Zion smiled wryly as they pressed on.

It took them another two days of traveling at their fastest pace, stopping only to feed and rest the horses when necessary before continuing forward. When they finally reached the frontline where the mages were holding back the locusts, the mages who had managed to recuperate during the rough journey stepped out of the carriage and took over maintaining the barrier.

Meanwhile, the exhausted mages who had been sustaining it for so long were finally able to rest, while Addison and the others busied themselves helping with the harvest.

"Alright, Zion, you don’t know how to harvest rice stalks, so just help tie the bundles and carry them like the others," Addison instructed as she swung her sickle through the stalks with practiced ease.

Not far from where they worked stood the barrier that contained the locusts. Beyond it lay a desolate land—barren and lifeless. Countless dead locusts littered the ground, but every tree, every blade of grass, had already been devoured, leaving behind nothing but emptiness within the shimmering barrier.

When they arrived, the place was already bustling with activity. Addison and the others didn’t even have time to rest before jumping in to help. At first, some people tried to stop Addison from joining, but after she insisted, knowing how little time they had, they finally relented.

As work began, Maxwell, Levi, and Zion merely stood by, watching. Addison almost let out an exasperated sigh, thinking they would just idle around, but soon enough, after observing how the others moved, the three of them joined in.

One after another, they began carrying heavy sacks of stored grain from the warehouses to the caravans and into the magic bags, maximizing every bit of space so they could bring as much as possible.

"Alright, Addie, just don’t push yourself too hard. Call me if you need anything," Zion said as he handed Addison a towel and a bottle of water. Addison didn’t hold back, gratefully accepting them.

Under the scorching sun, her throat was parched, and sweat clung to her skin. She drank deeply, then used her fisher’s hat to fan herself while glancing around. A few acres had already been harvested, leaving patches of land that looked bald but alive, almost like scenes from a peaceful farm.

Yet when her eyes shifted toward the barrier where the locusts were contained, the contrast was jarring: beyond it lay only desolation, a barren wasteland crawling with locusts and stripped of every blade of grass.

Right now, they couldn’t use the biochemicals yet, as the barrier was too close to one of the pack’s territories and their fields. Because of that, Addison and the others had no choice but to focus on evacuating the people and harvesting the remaining acres of crops before resorting to releasing the biochemical solution.

After a brief rest, Addison picked up her sickle again and resumed cutting the rice stalks. Nearby, Zion busied himself with the bundles that Kisha had already cut, gathering the stalks scattered on the ground. He used the empty stalks as makeshift ties, binding fistfuls of rice together before stacking them until the bundle was as thick as an adult’s torso.

Once the stacks grew large enough, he tied them securely again with a length of hemp rope. Instead of carrying them right away, Zion continued methodically tying more bundles, preparing everything so they could all be hauled later in one go.

"Royal Princess, why don’t you rest for a while and let us old folks handle the harvesting?" an older woman called out as she hurried over with a basket of snacks. She couldn’t help but feel uneasy seeing their Royal Princess doing the work of common folk.

Perhaps it was precisely because of Addison’s status that the sight weighed on them; after all, they were accustomed to seeing members of the Royal Family dressed in fine clothes, living in grand palaces, proud and untouchable. To see a princess stooping to do what they considered menial labor was something they simply couldn’t get used to.

"No, don’t worry about it. We need as many hands as possible to finish all this work. After this, we still have to head to the neighboring packs to do the same, then move all the supplies to the temporary warehouses and granary," Addison explained as she cheerfully accepted the snack from the old woman.

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