The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333: Chapter 333 Fighting The Ogres 5

Every second was a battle to stay conscious, to endure without collapsing.

Now, Shura’s healing was at work, knitting his torn flesh and mending what he could. All Zion had to do now was hold on, just a little longer, until Shura restored his body enough for him to rise again and continue the fight.

But the ogres weren’t about to give Zion any chance to recover. Their heads snapped toward him, fury blazing in their eyes; if looks could kill, Zion would have died a hundred times over.

Seeing their fallen brothers writhing in pain only fueled their rage. The first and third ogre locked onto Zion with murderous intent and, without hesitation, charged straight at him.

Addison’s heart clenched. She could no longer stay calm; she knew a decision had to be made. The warriors around Zion felt the same; their instincts screamed at them not to let an Alpha fall, even if he was not of their pack.

An Alpha was still an Alpha, a leader of wolves, and protecting him was their duty, even at the cost of their lives. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Warriors were meant to die with dignity and pride in battle, not cower behind their Alpha. With that unshakable resolve, they stepped forward as one, forming a protective wall in front of Zion.

Seeing this, Addison realized that if she didn’t act, everyone would die. The warriors stood bravely before Zion, but with the ogres’ sheer momentum, they could be crushed in an instant, and Zion would fall with them, as he was currently helpless and immobile.

Their sacrifice would mean nothing.

Without a second thought, Addison burst from her hiding place. She gripped the dagger between her index and middle fingers, her thumb steadying the hilt. With a flick of her wrist, the blade snapped forward like a whip, slicing through the air before sinking into the second ogre’s eye socket.

The beast roared in agony, thrashing as Addison yanked the dagger free. The first and third ogres faltered at the sound, but before they could even shift their gaze, Addison was already upon the wounded one.

The second ogre swung its arm to grab her, but its body refused to obey. Instead, it lurched forward, jaws gaping wide, trying to bite her down whole.

But as the ogre leaned closer, it only brought its massive head within Addison’s reach. Seizing the opening, she swiftly shoved the rope and dagger back into her magic bag. In the very next heartbeat—

Gush...

Splatter...

Thud...

What followed was silence, though inside, Addison was reeling, barely able to process what she had just done.

All she knew was that she had thrown herself forward, skidding to a stop before the second ogre. She had struck only to force another roar of pain from it, gambling that the sound would halt the two charging ogres before they could reach Zion.

Reckless as it was, she hoped it would buy him even a few precious moments to heal.

Once she steadied herself in front of the towering creature, she shoved the rope and dagger back into her magic bag. Instead, she drew the weapon Silas had once handed her with a smirk, teasingly calling it the "Slayer Sword."

She had never dared use it until now. The weapon itself was too conspicuous—its design unmistakably one used by paladins of the Sacred Land.

To wield it openly risked being accused of flaunting the temple’s name for her own vanity, something she refused to do. The Sacred Land carried too much weight, and she could not ride on its authority so lightly.

Besides, Addison had always doubted Silas’s gift.

But what Silas never told Addison, and the reason she had only ever called it the "Slayer Sword" in jest, was that its name was no exaggeration.

Since then, the "Slayer Sword" had been sealed away as a reminder of how even a normal weapon could be corrupted into something monstrous.

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