Chapter 44 His Regret
While most would try to hide the shame of their Luna running away from her Alpha and their territory—if only to save face for the Alpha and protect the reputation of the entire pack—Levi was different. He hated his Alpha. He hated the people of his pack for hurting their Luna so deeply that she had no choice but to leave.
So instead of covering it up, Levi wanted them all to suffer. He wanted to expose every wound, every injustice, even if doing so meant torturing himself in the process. The pain from the backlash of the oath he swore burned through his body, but he endured it.
’Fine. Let’s all get damned together. It’s the least we deserve for what we put Luna Addison through—three years of scorn, hatred, and suffering in this wretched pack.’
Levi’s hand trembled slightly from the pain, but he forced a smile onto his face as he led the Royal Convoy and their entourage into the pack house, guiding them toward their suites as though nothing was wrong.
Levi was certain Addison was still alive. After waking up, he scoured the entire forest and returned to the spot where he last saw her. There, he found signs—clear traces that someone had taken her.
But strangely, he wasn’t worried. He could tell that whoever took Addison meant her no harm. How did he know? He had followed the trail.
The person who carried her had been careful with every step—each footprint was evenly spaced, deliberate, and avoided roots and stones that could jostle her injured body. It was clear they were mindful of her condition, trying not to cause her any more pain.
That was enough to make Levi breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t know who these people were, but he was certain they weren’t rogues.
Rogues were savage, irrational madmen—outcasts exiled from their packs. If they saw a woman, their first instinct was to assault and defile her, not help her. They didn’t think, didn’t care, and most certainly took pleasure in violence. But this... this was different. Whoever had Addison was protecting her.