The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 483 A Fight

"Addie... I’m sorry if we were too loud, and if things got heated," Levi whispered. "I know you don’t like it when things spiral out of control, and when we fight among ourselves."

He spoke as if he were consoling her, yet it felt more like a quiet confession, as though he were reporting everything to her and waiting for her guidance. Only when Addison spoke, when she told them what to do or how to fix things, did Levi truly feel at ease. Because that meant she was fine.

But now, she was silent.

And that silence made his heart restless.

He hated seeing her like this. It felt as though something inside him was breaking.

Earlier, when he had asked Maxwell about such a private matter, it was surely out of curiosity and suspicion. But he only wanted to make sure nothing could hurt Addison again, especially if it was tied to secrets or a dangerous past. And given where Maxwell came from, anything involving him and the Dark Witches was bound to be dangerous.

That was what frightened Levi most.

Maxwell’s refusal to say anything felt like a problem waiting to surface, one that would only cause greater trouble later on. Yet Levi also knew it wasn’t something he could force, not with Maxwell being an Alpha himself. Some truths couldn’t be beaten out of a man, no matter how desperate the situation was.

Zion had reached the same conclusion. Even if he acted on those thoughts, there was no guarantee he would come out of it unscathed. Maxwell was just as strong as he was. Worse still, if Addison were to wake up and find them locked in a life-or-death confrontation simply to force Maxwell to talk, she would be dragged into the middle of it all.

And even then, there was no certainty that Maxwell would speak. In fact, it was far more likely that he wouldn’t.

That was why Zion had ultimately backed off and chosen to calm himself down.

They all understood it, even if none of them said it aloud: emotions were running too high because of Addison’s condition. In that state, any conversation, no matter how well-intentioned, was bound to set someone off. The tension was simply too tight.

For now, the best course of action was distance. To step away. To cool their heads, especially the two Alphas, who were far more prone to being provoked, angered, or pushed toward aggression.

But that didn’t mean Levi was ready to give up on Maxwell’s secret.

Judging by Maxwell’s reaction, it was something significant, perhaps deeply personal. Levi knew he might have stepped on a sore spot, but it felt unavoidable. That secret could be a crucial lead, one that might help them understand the Dark Witches better and, in turn, uncover the true nature of the curse placed on Addison.

If they could free Addison’s wolf from its seal, even partially, they would finally have room to breathe. Her body would become stronger, better able to withstand the strain of wielding the power of Light, a strain that was clearly taking its toll on her now.

And it was unrealistic to believe Addison could simply stop using that power. Not when the situation was spiraling out of control, not when the danger grew with every step closer to the truth.

The deeper they went, the darker and murkier the current beneath them became.

More than ever, Addison would need her wolf in the coming fight, especially when they still didn’t know who their true enemy was.

Levi pressed a gentle kiss to Addison’s forehead and drew a deep breath. "I just hope the two of them realize this... and stop causing trouble because of their pride and ego," he murmured, thinking of Maxwell and Zion in particular.

Not far from the temporary settlement, Zion and Maxwell stood face to face by the riverbank. Zion’s brow was furrowed, dissatisfaction etched across his features. Maxwell, meanwhile, regarded him with that same cold indifference that never failed to tick Zion off.

They stared at each other for a long, tense moment before Zion finally drew a steadying breath. "If you were planning to take a soak here, I’ll take my leave," he said, attempting to pass by.

But then Maxwell’s hand clamped onto his arm. Zion tried to shake it off, but Maxwell’s grip didn’t budge.

"What do you want?!" Zion snapped, irritation sharpening his tone. His temper was already close to the edge.

"Fight with me?" Maxwell said, his tone calm but challenging.

"Huh?! Are you messing with me?!" Zion growled, anger flaring despite his best efforts to stay in check. He knew Addison would worry if she woke up only to find them brawling. That thought kept him from losing control... until Maxwell showed up in front of him, seemingly looking for trouble.

"No... I just need to clear my head," Maxwell replied simply.

"You need to clear your head by coming at me to fight?" Zion asked, irritation and skepticism lacing his words.

"Yeah," Maxwell said, unflinching.

"Why don’t you just bang your head on a stone or splash yourself with water?!" Zion snapped, rolling his eyes in frustration. He couldn’t make sense of Maxwell’s stubbornness, and the longer the other refused to let go, the closer Zion came to losing his patience entirely. His fists itched to strike, and part of him thought, maybe a fight was exactly what he needed to blow off steam.

"Fine. Let’s go!" Zion finally growled.

Without another word, he sidestepped, twisted his upper body, and swung his free arm in a sharp elbow strike aimed at Maxwell’s face.

Maxwell, calm as ever, caught Zion’s elbow with his other hand just centimeters away from his face. He didn’t even blink. Then, holding onto Zion’s arm, Maxwell yanked him off balance and slammed him to the ground with brutal force, venting his own frustrations in the process.

Expecting a counter, Zion reacted instantly. He flipped his body, clamping both legs around the arm Maxwell was using to restrain him, locking his stance to stop him from moving further.

But Maxwell didn’t resist.

As if he didn’t care whether he was hurt or not, he let Zion twist his arm, far enough that it should have dislocated. He didn’t even groan. Instead, he wrenched himself free, shaking Zion off and snapping a kick toward him the moment Zion released his hold.

Zion leapt back, narrowly avoiding the strike and putting some distance between them. Only then did he really look at Maxwell, and what he saw made his frown deepen.

Maxwell’s eyes were empty. Unfocused. It was as if he wasn’t thinking at all.

As if being hurt was the point of why he wanted to fight.

’Why?’ Zion wondered. Was this his way of waking himself up? Of clearing his mind, just like he’d said? Or was Maxwell... a masochist?

Zion couldn’t make sense of it.

But one thing was clear: he needed to vent just as badly, and Maxwell throwing himself into the fight only made it easier.

So they kept brawling.

Time and again, Maxwell barely bothered to avoid Zion’s blows, letting them land as he countered. And every wound healed within minutes with the help of his wolf, leaving no trace behind.