The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna
Chapter 70 Royal Convoy Meeting With Alpha Zion

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Royal Convoy Meeting With Alpha Zion

Seeing that Hue wasn’t saying anything, the Alpha King’s temper was about to flare. But then he reminded himself that Alpha Maxwell’s condition wasn’t his business, and it wouldn’t be wise to meddle in matters that didn’t concern him. After all, he was the one currently in need of their help to learn more about Addison’s condition—so it was better to treat them well.

When Hue noticed the Alpha King had stopped pressing him and instead ordered the healer and doctor to check on Alpha Maxwell, he realized he had been pardoned and didn’t need to explain further.

"Your Majesty, it’s alright. Alpha Maxwell just needs some rest and he’ll be fine. It’s a matter of his constitution—he’s already used to this," Hue explained calmly. When the Alpha King glanced at him, Hue’s expression didn’t show any sign of deceit. The medical staff, seeing this, didn’t intervene further and simply monitored Alpha Maxwell briefly before turning their full attention back to Addison.

Just as the Alpha King was preparing to scold Hue again, he was interrupted by his advisor.

"Your Majesty, you have a secret message," the advisor said through a mindlink, his tone slightly anxious. "It’s from the Midnight River Pack. The royal convoy you sent there is still connected through the magic crystal. Do you wish to receive it?"

Hearing the news, the Alpha King immediately stormed out like the wind. He no longer paid any attention to Alpha Maxwell or Hue—his mind was now consumed with thoughts of his daughter.

Just before leaving the medical ward completely, he cast a brief glance at Addison, then turned sharply and exited with his guards in tow. Behind him, Hue let out a deep sigh of relief, as if he had just escaped an intense interrogation.

Not long after, the Alpha King arrived at the Royal Communication Center, entering his private chamber. This department of the Royal Palace served as the central hub for magical communication—where enchanted crystals were linked across vast distances by spells.

Only trained mages could activate and maintain these connections, and several of them were always on standby, as this center also functioned as the palace’s main intelligence hub where spies submitted their reports. Entry was strictly restricted to authorized personnel.

"Has he been waiting long?" the Alpha King asked his advisor the moment he stepped into the room.

Ever since he had dispatched the royal convoy to the Midnight River Pack to uncover the truth about Addison, he had made arrangements for his most trusted aide to guard this private chamber—ensuring that any incoming reports would go directly to him, bypassing the mages and keeping Addison’s situation confidential.

"It’s only been a quarter of an hour, Your Majesty," the advisor replied, bowing his head before stepping aside to make way for the Alpha King.

"Very well. Connect me to him," the Alpha King ordered as he seated himself before the magic crystal. Although he gave the command, the connection had never been severed—the crystal remained active. To prevent any noise from leaking through while it wasn’t being used, a magical cloth had simply been draped over it. This way, they avoided the need to summon a mage repeatedly to reactivate the spell.

A moment later, the voice of the Royal Convoy came through, calm but resolute. "Good day, Your Majesty..." he greeted, bowing respectfully from his end of the connection. He was seated on a couch in his temporary quarters, having just concluded a meeting with Alpha Zion. The weight of the conversation still lingered in his expression.

"I’ve spoken with Alpha Zion," he continued. "And I thought it best to report the matter to you immediately, while everything is still fresh."

Earlier, when he arrived to meet Alpha Zion, the pack members appeared nervous and hesitant to let him through. Although he was under strict orders to meet the Royal Princess and bring her back to the Royal Grounds, he had to proceed subtly to avoid drawing attention.

While waiting, he overheard whispers and gossip that quickly painted a concerning picture. The woman Alpha Zion had brought back from the frontlines—the same woman he had been instructed to escort to the royal palace, the royal princess—had reportedly been involved in an "accident." The shocking part? The perpetrator was said to be none other than the Pack’s Luna.

According to what he gathered, the Luna had fled after harming the royal princess, and Alpha Zion had already dispatched people to track her down, though no leads had turned up yet. He also discovered that the princess’s identity had been kept secret to protect her from enemies, a move he considered smart and necessary under the circumstances.

Still, learning that the Alpha King’s beloved daughter might have been harmed filled him with anxiety. If the rumors were true, how was he supposed to report this to the Alpha King? The urgency of the situation made it all the more critical to meet with Alpha Zion immediately and gain a full understanding of what had truly happened.

As soon as he stepped into the Alpha’s office, the Royal Convoy was immediately hit by a wave of intense, hostile bloodlust—barely restrained but unmistakable. The pressure in the room was suffocating, and it took every ounce of his composure to stay calm.

Alpha Zion, the Alpha of the Midnight River Pack, sat behind his desk with an unreadable expression, his cold aura filling the space. Standing quietly behind him was Levi, whom the Royal Convoy assumed to be Zion’s Beta.

"Welcome to our pack grounds, sir," Alpha Zion said curtly, his tone clipped and formal. He gestured toward the seat across from him but didn’t bother to stand, instead keeping his eyes locked on the Royal Convoy as he moved through the room, clearly observing his every step.

The Royal Convoy could feel his palms begin to sweat, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum. Zion’s sharp senses would surely pick up on his nerves, but he couldn’t help it.

"What can I help you with?" Zion asked, offering a smile—but it was anything but warm. If anything, the smile made him look more threatening. Cold. Sinister.

Why was Zion acting this way?

His wolf, Shura, was growing increasingly agitated. The arrival of the Royal Convoy had pushed him to the edge, and with no solid evidence yet to prove Addison’s innocence, his restlessness was nearing feral. The urge to protect their mate at all costs was overwhelming. Zion’s rational mind clashed violently with Shura’s raw, burning killing intent.

’Shura, we can’t just kill the Royal Convoy. That won’t help Addison—it might only make things worse. Please, calm down and let me handle this. Your hostility is leaking through. They can feel it.’ Zion tried to reason with him internally, his voice firm but pleading.

’Calm down? You expect me to calm down when that omega is dead and that bastard Beta has escaped?’ Shura growled back, his voice guttural and dangerous. ’How the hell do you expect me to stay calm when every time I close my eyes, I see her—our mate—broken, bleeding, shattered?! Tell me, Zion! Tell me how I’m supposed to forget that!’

Zion’s jaw clenched as guilt settled heavily in his chest. ’I know... It’s my fault.’