The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 335

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Chapter 335: Chapter 335 Fighting The Ogres 7

All the warriors who witnessed Addison’s valor didn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat; they immediately answered Zion’s command. Even without his order, their instincts as warriors were already urging them to protect their kingdom’s Princess.

"Awooo!" A unified howl split the air, brief but resolute, a pledge of loyalty and courage.

The moment it faded, the warriors around Zion surged forward, leaving only two behind to guard him while he healed. Those two stood their ground firmly, watching the battlefield like hawks, ready to intercept any threat that dared to sneak past and strike at their Alpha.

Zion wanted to send the last two warriors after Addison; he knew the more protection she had, the better. But leaving himself completely vulnerable would only make her worry, and if she became distracted by his condition in the middle of battle, it could cost her life.

So he forced himself to remain silent, channeling all his strength into healing his battered body.

Inside his mind, Shura was pacing restlessly, growling in frustration, but Zion couldn’t snap back. He was just as tormented, as he felt so helpless and useless right now as he watched everything unfold before him. His vision blurred red as his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms.

’Addison, please... stay safe. Just wait for me. I’ll help you, I’ll save you...’ Zion vowed in his heart, yet the words felt bitter on his tongue. Instead of protecting his mate, he was the one who needed saving, and now, because he had failed to guard himself, Addison was forced into danger.

The shame burned in his chest, tangled with helplessness, until all he could do was hate himself for letting it come to this.

"Yeah, you should be embarrassed, you’re getting rusty after staying off the battlefield for three years," Shura snarled in mockery. Zion didn’t take offense; deep down, he knew it was true.

He was rusty.

Ever since returning from the war, he hadn’t faced a true life-and-death battle. The peace he had grown used to had dulled his beastly instincts, softened his edge, and now, that weakness had led him to this moment.

"I know, buddy. I need to get stronger if I really want to protect my woman. I can’t keep letting her rescue me at every turn. I’m supposed to be her shield and her sword, not the other way around," Zion admitted to Shura with a crestfallen tone.

"I’m glad you understand," Shura huffed, still simmering with frustration. But instead of lashing out further, it poured its focus into healing Zion. Words wouldn’t change anything now; the only thing that mattered was getting Zion back on his feet, back to Addison’s side, where he belonged: fighting beside her.

Addison, on the other hand, was already in a defensive stance as the two ogres came barreling toward her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the warriors by Zion’s side breaking formation to rush to her aid.

Then her gaze fell on Zion himself, half-kneeling on the ground, his expression twisted with frustration and pain. He had clearly tried to stand, but his body had taken too much damage.

Though he’d managed to reset his dislocated joints and broken bones, his limbs were still weak. Shura was likely prioritizing the more critical injuries inside his body, like torn organs and internal bleeding that, if left untreated, could easily push him into cardiac arrest.

His limbs would heal in time, but Shura knew that stabilizing Zion’s core was the only way to keep him alive.

Now Addison understood her mission: to hold the line until Zion recovered, and to protect herself at all costs. She might look like she was ready to throw her life away to shield her mate, but in truth, she had no death wish.