The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Chapter 197 The Real Schemer

She paused, casting a glance at Addison’s resting form before continuing.

"In the beginning, the Chieftain’s attention to you was merely a little interest. You’ve seen it for yourself, women hold little status in our tribe. They can’t be warriors, only breeders. It’s not just our tribe, either. Among many shifters, that’s simply the way it has always been.

"But perhaps your kind, the werewolves, have begun to change. Ever since your Princess was born and proved her strength and brilliance even as a child, things have shifted. Still, not all tribes have followed that path."

The Priestess drew in a breath, her voice firming slightly.

"But that’s not the reason I’m telling you all this."

"The truth is... just like the werewolves, our tribe has been targeted by unknown enemies. And it’s not just random attacks, they’re after our Chieftain."

Her voice grew heavy with emotion.

"He’s an Albino Tigren, the prophesied incarnation of the God of War, the very deity we revere. Albino Tigrens are only born once every hundred years. He’s a miracle... a wonder. And because of that, many want a piece of him. Some are obsessed, fascinated by his existence. But others... others fear him."

She paused, her golden eyes dimming.

"They fear his strength, his bloodline. So they aim to destroy it. Countless warriors have already fallen. Many of our women were targeted and killed. We’ve been on the run, unable to find a safe place to settle. If our Chieftain dies without producing an heir, our enemies, whoever they are, will ensure our bloodline ends forever. They’ll wipe us out."

Her shoulders dropped slightly as the weight of her next words settled in.

"He’s our only hope."

She took a breath.

"At first, we considered moving again, traveling to a new land and trying to survive in hiding until the young ones could grow stronger. But then you arrived in our tribe... and I heard the voice of the God of War. He told me you possessed the rare constitution needed to withstand mating with an Albino Tigren, and that you could give us an heir."

She looked directly into Addison’s eyes now, guilt and desperation warring within her gaze.

"Because of our difficult circumstances... I begged the Chieftain to form a bond with you. I knew it wouldn’t be possible to ask you directly, not when you already had your fated mates. Tigren warriors, especially our Chieftain, are many things, but cunning isn’t one of them. They’re blunt, straightforward, and ruled by strength, not strategy."

Her voice softened.

"So I performed a ritual. I created a false mate bond, one that mimicked the fated mate bond your Moon Goddess gives. I thought... I thought it was the only way. The backlash from tampering with such a bond was severe, but some of the damage was lessened because the God of War lent me his strength to complete the ritual."

Hearing all of this, Addison didn’t even flinch. Her expression remained unreadable, calm, unmoved. But no one mistook her silence for indifference or cruelty. It wasn’t that she was heartless; it was that she had already passed judgment.

Because from Addison’s perspective, this woman had simply gone about everything the wrong way.

There were countless paths that could’ve been taken. If they were truly under threat from the same unknown enemy, why not seek an alliance with the werewolves? Why not try diplomacy, cooperation, instead of deceit? Addison might not have agreed to help with the breeding, but they would have had a chance to earn her trust.

He knew his image in front of Addison had already hit the all time low, and one more reckless move might make her see him in a harsher light. He didn’t want to be that impulsive, violent man, but this time, he was barely holding it together.

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