Chapter 30 Alpha Zion Going Feral
But then her thoughts turned to Levi. The one person who had stayed by her side, her loyal Gamma, her only friend, who had never wavered. The thought of leaving him behind, knowing the danger he’d face in her absence, tore at her heart. She couldn’t let him die for her, not when she had a chance to survive.
She wanted to save him, but her body refused to respond. Powerless, she slipped into a deep sleep. In that darkness, fragmented and distant memories played out in an endless loop. The scenes were hazy, the faces unrecognizable, and the voices—just garbled echoes of laughter, cries, and desperate shouts.
Chaos reigned in the dream, and though she couldn’t move, she watched everything unfold as if from a third-person view. Yet deep down, she knew—she was that girl standing at the center of it all.
Meanwhile, back at the packhouse, Zion suddenly dropped to his knees as a searing pain tore through his body. His mate bond—his link and connection to Addison—was unraveling; she had severed her mate bond with him along with her connection to the whole pack. He felt it, the link suddenly snapped. It wasn’t the feeling of her dying; no, it was something more agonizing.
It felt as though she had willingly let go of the thread connecting them. His heart twisted violently, and he coughed up blood, each breath like a blade slicing through his chest.
"NO!" Zion roared, the sheer force of his voice shaking the walls of the packhouse.
But even as pain wracked his body, he didn’t hesitate. With a burst of desperation, he charged toward the window and hurled himself through it, glass shattering around him.
He hit the ground hard—he was in so much pain that he couldn’t even land on his feet, his whole body slammed on the ground—but he didn’t stop.
Staggering, dragging his legs beneath him, Zion forced himself up and ran. He had only one destination in mind: the dungeon.
"Addison... Addison..." Zion kept mumbling, his voice raw with desperation as he dragged his feet down to the dungeon. Each step was heavier than the last, but he pushed forward, driven by instinct and pain.
When he finally reached the cell, he was met with the wide-eyed stare of Claire’s startled attendant, who was silently mopping a floor stained dark with blood. The metallic scent hit Zion like a wave—Addison’s blood was everywhere.