The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 115 Anna Blythe

"Addison!"

Snap!

When Addison turned around, the rogue was already dead — its lifeless body hanging from Lance’s grasp. He had snapped its neck with one hand, his partially shifted claws still embedded in its throat.

Without missing a beat, he moved to her side and helped the rest of the border patrol finish off the remaining rogues. When the cleanup was done, Lance approached her, hands on his hips, his expression a mix of anger and concern.

"Addison, you really can’t be left to your own devices," he scolded. "There better not be a next time. From now on, you patrol with me — no buts."

Addison pressed her lips together, saying nothing. She knew this would get back to her father, and she’d be in serious trouble. But to her surprise, when Lance made his report, he only spoke of her taking down rogues, proudly mentioning her first kill.

Addison snapped back to reality when the she-wolf in front of her gently tugged at her wrist, concern flickering in her eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, don’t worry." Addison offered a small smile as she rubbed the tip of her nose. For some reason, this woman felt... familiar. Unchanging. And then it clicked — this was the same woman who used to take care of her long ago. Still the same nurturing presence, always looking after others.

Her name was Anna Blythe.

It seemed the rumors were true — Addison and Lance did have a close relationship. He even reported directly to her father. But the way he did it... it wasn’t like a subordinate giving a formal report. It was more like a friend tattling to another friend’s strict parent.

Maybe coming here had been the right decision after all. In just one day, she had remembered more than she ever did while confined within the palace walls.

Roar!

"We’re under attack!"

Addison’s thoughts were cut short as rogues burst out from behind the bushes, just like in her memories.

’So they really are getting bold, attacking the borders of the Royal Grounds...’ she thought, narrowing her eyes as she prepared to strike.

But before she could make a move, Anna stepped in front of her, pushing her back protectively and assuming a defensive stance. She must have assumed Addison was just a helpless human, unable to fight, unable to defend herself.

And Addison couldn’t blame her.

After all, compared to werewolves, humans were undeniably weaker. In a battle against shifters, a human could easily become a liability. Especially now. Back when she was sixteen, she could still borrow Aurora’s strength. But this time... she was alone.

No power to borrow.

No enhanced strength or speed.

Just her — and the instincts she’d managed to sharpen on her own.

Addison was still trying to figure out how to help when the two sides clashed in a violent, bloody melee. Anna, too, had changed — more savage, more ruthless than Addison remembered. For a moment, she couldn’t even tell who the rogue was. Anna fought without hesitation or strategy, tearing into her enemy like a beast possessed.

’Maybe this is what happens when you’re constantly fighting monsters... You become one just to survive.’

There’s a saying — to defeat your enemy, you must understand them. And Anna clearly did. She matched the rogue’s brutality with a wildness of her own, guided by pure instinct. With a feral snarl, Anna drove her claws into the rogue’s chest, then yanked her hand back — blood gushed out, and in her grip was the creature’s still-beating heart. She crushed it without hesitation.

The rogue dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Everyone, there are at least a dozen of them! Don’t let your guard down!" a man shouted from the front line, ducking just in time to avoid a swipe aimed at his throat. In the same motion, he shifted into his wolf form and lunged, wrestling the rogue with renewed force.

Nearby, Anna faced off against two more rogues, positioning herself protectively in front of Addison.

"Addison, run back the way we came and get Lance!" Anna commanded as she shifted into her wolf form. With a powerful swipe of her front paw, she knocked the rogue before her off balance, buying Addison precious seconds.

The rogue snarled fiercely, teeth bared and drool dripping from its jaw, fur bristling with rage. It was clear they expected Addison to try to escape — because suddenly, two more rogues in wolf form appeared behind her, blocking any chance of retreat.

Addison tilted her head to the side, a sly smile tugging at her lips as her eyes crinkled with amusement. "You don’t really think I planned to run, do you?" she called to the two rogues behind her.

Anna, snarling at the rogues before her, stiffened and glanced back at Addison. But before she could worry further, the two rogues lunged. Anna had no choice but to focus on the immediate threat. She knew she had to take them down first—otherwise, both she and Addison would be dead before she could help.

But the rogues clearly had no intention of giving Anna a chance to rescue Addison. As soon as Anna engaged in battle, the rogues behind Addison lunged at her, ready to tear her apart.

Instinctively, Addison lowered her body and spread her legs slightly to brace herself. The wolves were much larger and stronger, and if she lost her balance under their attack, she’d be finished. Right now, her priority was to keep her feet firmly planted, carefully watching their movements so she could anticipate their strikes—and defend herself if necessary.

Anna saw Addison’s defensive stance and felt a surge of panic. It didn’t take a genius to realize Addison was planning to fight the rogues on her own. All Anna could think was: ’She’s insane.’

Snarl.

The rogue snapped its jaws—whether biting the air or trying to intimidate Addison, drool dripping to the ground. But Addison showed no fear. Her eyes locked onto the two rogues before her, while she stayed alert for any others lurking in the bushes.

Anna, meanwhile, was badly bitten on both front and hind legs, unable to support Addison. She barked urgently, urging Addison to run. But instead, she saw Addison standing calmly, waiting for the rogue to make the first move.

Then, with deliberate ease, Addison drew two silver daggers from her belt. Red strings were woven into the handles, ensuring she wouldn’t touch the cold metal directly. Her eyes sharpened, piercing and focused.

The rogues took a step back at the sight of the silver blades. They knew what the weapons meant and hesitated, fear flickering in their eyes. But seeing Addison still standing there, unshifted and seemingly fragile, they quickly regained their confidence. To intimidate her, they snapped their jaws loudly.

Before they could react, Addison struck. Using her smaller frame to slip between them, she summoned a burst of strength and slashed through one rogue’s thick fur, driving the blade deep into its throat.

Splatter...

After a moment, Addison jumped back to the side of the remaining rogue. The first one staggered, unable even to whine — its throat had been cut too deeply by the silver blade, and the wound wouldn’t heal. The sting of the silver burning through its flesh made the rogue tremble violently as blood gushed freely from its neck.

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