The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279: Chapter 279 Praise Me

"You have impressive stealth," he said evenly. "But you let your killing intent seep out earlier... that’s how I found you."

Chase wasn’t trying to confirm anything; he was stating it outright. His aura burned strong, refusing to yield against Zion’s, proving he was every bit the warrior Zion was. If they clashed, the outcome would be uncertain.

Yet Chase showed no intent to attack. Instead, there was something else in his eyes, an intrigue, almost fascination, as if he’d finally found someone who mirrored his own strength, someone worth knowing.

Zion stepped from the shadows, his massive midnight-black wolf emerging from the brush. In the moonlight, he looked like a hound risen from hell, his golden eyes gleaming with predatory fire.

"Indeed... you are just as Greg described," Chase murmured under his breath. But Zion still heard it.

Seeing that Chase showed no intent to confront him, Zion grew even more confused and intrigued. Slowly, he shifted back into his human form.

"Why didn’t you tell anyone I was here?" Zion asked. It was the first thing that left his lips, though he wasn’t expecting an answer. Only a fool would expect an enemy to explain themselves.

Yet something about this situation felt off. Chase’s silence, his restraint, all hinted that there was more to him than what met the eye. That was reason enough for Zion to ask, even as his piercing gaze stayed locked on the man before him.

Chase let out a low chuckle, sensing that Zion was just as intrigued by him as he was by Zion. Perhaps it was because they were cut from the same cloth, two warriors who seemed to recognize something of themselves in the other, even while standing on opposite sides.

It was a strange contradiction: the urge to ask questions, even to befriend one another, while still knowing they were enemies. The thought amused Chase, though he couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was simply one warrior acknowledging another of equal caliber.

"I just feel our paths shouldn’t end here," Chase said lightly. "Consider this a favor. One day, perhaps you’ll repay it." His chuckle faded as quickly as it came. In an instant, the warmth drained from his expression, replaced by the cold, mechanical indifference he wore before.

Without warning, he shifted his stance and lashed out with a sudden kick. Zion reacted on instinct, snapping into defensive mode as he raised his arms, bracing himself against the crushing impact.

"Ugh!" Zion groaned as pain shot through his arm, the impact heavy as if struck by a boulder. A faint crack echoed in his bones, forcing his brows to knit together. He had been caught off guard.

’My fault,’ he thought grimly. ’I let my guard down in front of an enemy, all because of my curiosity.’

His sharp gaze snapped to the side, intent on finding Chase, but the man was gone.

Vanished.

It was as if he had never been there at all. Even his scent had been wiped clean from the forest, leaving behind nothing but silence. Zion couldn’t tell whether Chase was just another rogue or if he belonged to a pack far more dangerous than he had imagined.

Zion’s thoughts flickered to the stud earring he had taken from the dead rogues who once attacked his territory. His gaze lingered on the place where Chase had vanished. ’Could it be... he’s the same as them? Controlled against his will?’

Zion couldn’t be sure. But one thing he did know: Greg was prepared. He intended to use every detail he knew about the Midnight River Pack, and every nuance of Zion’s own nature, against them. That much became clear from the fragments of Greg and Chase’s conversation that Zion had overheard. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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