The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Chapter 403 Miss Sheena

"I—I think they didn’t actually know what was happening," he stammered, scrambling for any thread of hope. "They only set up the perimeter because they were afraid someone might try to approach the locust swarm..."

Since he had already spoken, and since their master’s fury was clearly aimed his way, Greg threw pride and caution out the window. His fear pushed him forward.

"I know Alpha Zion," he continued, forcing the words out quickly. "He’s smart. Meticulous. The moment he saw the locust swarm and how fast it was growing, he must’ve set up not only a perimeter around it, but all over the Golden Hue Pack. To keep anyone from getting close."

Even though admitting it made his stomach twist, Greg pressed on.

"Much as I hate to say it... Zion is damn sharp. He picks up hints fast. If he realized someone was manipulating things behind the scenes, then he must’ve suspected our moves. I’m certain he baited us and tried to lure us in so he could get answers."

"Because if Zion were truly certain, if he really had a mole feeding him information, he wouldn’t be wasting time setting traps," Greg said, growing more confident with every word. "Alpha Zion isn’t the type to hesitate. If he knew who was pulling the strings behind the scenes, he’d already be at our doorstep, tearing the walls down himself. He wouldn’t bother trying to lure us out like this."

Greg forced his voice to steady, pushing aside the fear curling in his gut. Zion wasn’t afraid of death; everyone knew that. The fact that he wasn’t storming their hideout meant only one thing: he was still trying to flush out the mastermind. He didn’t know yet.

And Greg desperately needed their master to believe that. His life depended on it.

So he straightened his back and spoke with as much conviction as he could muster, praying the confidence in his tone would be enough to save him from the slaughter.

Hearing Greg’s explanation, their master fell into a cold, contemplative silence. He knew better than anyone that their operations over the years had been anything but subtle. It was not impossible, perhaps even expected, that one or two Alphas guarding their territories would eventually notice the pattern.

And if what Greg said held any truth, then there might not be a mole among his ranks at all.

Perhaps this was precisely what Zion wanted, to force him into turning on his own men, to make him thin out his forces by slaughtering his subordinates in a fit of paranoia.

The thought made his jaw tick.

"Very well..." he growled through clenched teeth, fury simmering beneath each word as he redirected all blame toward Zion’s sharp, calculating mind.

Chase almost clicked his tongue in irritation as their master halted the guards who were already dragging the trembling subordinates away.

"You may all leave. I wish to rest," their master commanded.

Everyone scattered instantly, fleeing like terrified dogs, each one afraid that even a second’s delay would cost them their head.

Outside, Greg shot Chase a venomous glare. "You think you can get me killed? Ha! Dream on. Watch your back from now on," he growled before storming off.

Chase didn’t rise to the bait. He simply watched Greg’s retreating back before heading to his own quarters. But the moment he stepped inside, his expression darkened; the faint scent lingering in the room didn’t belong to him.

"What are you doing here? Go back," Chase said coldly as he pushed the door open again, making it clear she wasn’t welcome.

"Chase, I just... I just wanted to check if you were hurt," Sheena murmured weakly behind him.

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