The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Chapter 332 Fighting The Ogres 4

"Grrr..." The warriors released low growls as they tugged and pulled at the ogre’s arms and legs, while others bit and clawed at the same spot, tearing into its tendons. Fortunately, Zion held on long enough for their efforts to pay off.

Then, as Zion was sent flying through the air, one of the warriors let out a low howl, a signal to the others. Because they were from the same pack, they could communicate through the mindlink, and even though Zion himself couldn’t use it with them, his cues were easy to read. They caught his signals, understood his intent, and moved as one.

"Everyone, fall back!!! Alpha Zion is down and feeling weak! Scatter and cover for him, or he’ll be crushed to death!" the lookout warrior barked, his words carried with snarls and growls through the mindlink.

The moment the command reached them, the warriors released their grip and scattered in unison. The second ogre let out a guttural roar of pain, thrashing wildly as it swung its massive arms.

But then it stopped as it realized that its grip on the club failed, the weapon slipping uselessly from its hand as its arm hung limply at its side.

The ogre soon realized its legs could no longer bear its massive weight. The warriors had torn into its arms and legs with relentless bites, and unlike werewolves, ogres had no healing ability to recover from such wounds.

With a pained roar, the creature collapsed to its knees. It kept growling, but no matter how hard it struggled, its limbs refused to move. Panic and frustration twisted its face as it bellowed for its brothers.

Only then did the first and third ogres glance back, and what they saw made them halt in shock. Their brother was on its knees, bloodied and covered in wounds, barely able to defend itself.

Without hesitation, they charged back toward the third ogre, the earth trembling beneath their pounding steps.

Meanwhile, the warriors regrouped, forming a protective circle around Zion. Even with Shura’s remarkable healing ability, Zion had taken severe internal damage. Each breath came strained and heavy, his strength faltering as they shielded him.

’Shit... I think my ribs are broken, and one’s poking into my lungs,’ Zion thought grimly as he assessed his injuries. Each breath burned in his chest, the air going in far easier than it came out. His vision swayed, his legs trembled, and every movement felt like agony.

But as an Alpha, he refused to let weakness show. If he collapsed here, it would shatter his warriors’ morale. So, despite feeling like hell itself was crushing down on him, Zion forced himself to stand tall, shoulders squared, his presence still majestic and unyielding before the warriors.

This should have been Addison’s chance to launch a sneak attack, but then her eyes fell on Zion. Something about him wasn’t right.

He stood tall, every inch the majestic Alpha, yet she could see the slight sway in his stance, the way he shook his head as if trying to drive away the dizziness clouding him. Through their mate bond, she sensed it too that Zion wasn’t well. The feeling was faint, hard to pinpoint, but it was enough to tell her he was struggling.

If she struck now, while the first and third ogres were already enraged by their brother’s bloodied state, they would surely turn their fury on Zion. And in his condition... instead of gaining an advantage, she might be handing him over to his death.

The thought of Zion being killed froze Addison in place.

Her hand stiffened around the rope and dagger. Zion was supposed to be her shield, the tank that allowed her to keep striking and retreating in her hit-and-run strategy. But if he were this injured, then her plan would crumble, and worse, Zion might end up as their casualty. That was something she couldn’t accept.

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