The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Chapter 440 Unsettling

Both of them were Alphas with temper, and this revelation was like a jagged stick prodding at their fragile patience and pride. Feeling powerless only made the frustration burn hotter.

"I couldn’t help it, I can’t think straight right now! Do we even have any advantage left?!" Maxwell snapped as he began pacing back and forth. His chest heaved violently, his voice barely contained, and his nostrils flared as if steam might burst from them at any moment.

"Let’s not let our tempers get the better of us," Zion said, taking a few deep breaths. "Let’s rein in our wolves for now."

Even as he spoke, he knew the truth; he didn’t have a solution either. Every plan he could think of had flaws, each one risking exposure and alerting their enemies to their movements too soon.

"...Sorry for losing my temper," Maxwell muttered as he finally forced himself to calm down.

"It’s alright," Zion said. "Let’s do another perimeter check. We might’ve missed something the first time, so let’s be more thorough this round."

He nodded to Maxwell, then turned and sprinted toward the forest. Once the trees swallowed his figure, Zion removed the towel wrapped around his waist, stored it in his magic bag, and shifted into his wolf form. In the next heartbeat, he was already moving, silent and swift, as he darted through the forest’s shadows.

Sensing Zion’s presence vanish, Maxwell turned in the opposite direction and followed suit. He concealed his aura and shifted into his own wolf form. He understood what Zion was trying to do, and for now, it was their best option. Arguing over what they might have missed wouldn’t help anyone.

This was all they could do for now: search, gather information, and decide their next move later.

After thirty minutes of separate patrols, covering a roughly one-hundred-and-fifty-meter radius around the clearing, Maxwell and Zion finally regrouped. Neither had detected anything unusual, no suspicious birds lingering overhead, no unnatural hum of insects watching from the shadows.

They had been meticulous. Both knew the witches might be capable of controlling animals and insects, using them as spies if not people. They also examined the ground for broken branches, stray footprints, or crushed leaves.

They also paid close attention to unfamiliar herbal scents; masking sprays were often made from common grasses and herbs, designed to blend the user’s scent and presence into the environment.

Their ears stayed sharply alert, catching every faint rustle. If someone was tailing them, that person would need to maintain distance while keeping pace, and movement would be inevitable. With little wind stirring the forest, any unnatural sound would stand out, making distant disturbances their most reliable warning.

When they moved closer to whisper among themselves, neither needed to speak. Even before they met, both wore dark expressions and gave subtle shakes of their heads. They should have felt relieved that nothing unusual had been detected, but instead, unease settled deep in their chests.

It could mean they weren’t being monitored at all. Or worse, that whoever was watching them was far more skilled than expected. There was also the possibility that their enemies were using methods of surveillance they didn’t even understand.

But how could they be certain they were being watched in the first place?

The answer lay in their enemy’s behavior. The sheer thoroughness of the planning, the precision of its execution, and even the decision to send Greg solely to unsettle them, all of it pointed to an opponent who was cunning, meticulous, and utterly intolerant of failure.

Someone like that wouldn’t rely on a single plan. They would layer safeguards upon safeguards, contingency after contingency, ensuring that no matter what happened, the outcome would bend in their favor.

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