The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Chapter 208 Confrontation?

They were here to confront someone... most likely the other fated mate, who had slipped away alone with the Princess.

And she had helped them walk right in.

The thought gnawed at her. ’Could werewolves even share a mate?’ From everything she’d heard, especially about Alphas, it seemed impossible. Alphas were possessive to the bone. They’d go to war over their fated mate, and Addison had three. Three. What if this led to bloodshed?

She swallowed hard, guilt and fear twisting inside her. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and now, it was far too late to take it back.

As soon as Zion received the instructions, he took off without hesitation, his steps sharp and impatient. Maxwell followed silently behind, his presence calm but simmering with tension. The moment they reached the second floor, Maxwell suddenly grabbed Zion’s shoulder and shoved him against the wall.

"Don’t lose it the second we walk in," he said, his voice low and edged with warning. His dark eyes were steady, but there was a flicker of something deeper, like he was bracing for chaos.

Zion’s jaw clenched. "Are you fucking serious right now?" he hissed. "She’s my mate too. You think I’d hurt Addison?"

His temper flared instantly, not just because of the accusation, but because he could feel her. The connection is making his core pulsate in heat, and it is making him both horny and needy, wanting some intimacy... But right now, Addison was being intimate with someone else. His hands curled into fists at his sides, struggling to hold onto his thinning patience.

"I’m just saying," Maxwell said firmly, not backing down. "Levi’s her fated mate, too. Whatever’s going on in there, we don’t hurt anyone. No matter what."

Then he turned and continued down the corridor toward Addison’s bedchamber.

Zion stayed still for a heartbeat, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. His brows drew tight in frustration, lips pressed into a hard line. He knew Maxwell wasn’t entirely wrong... but it didn’t make the bitter taste in his mouth any easier to swallow.

"Do you think I don’t care about her?" Zion’s voice came out in a low, strained whisper, but the hurt was written plainly across his face. "That I’m only thinking of myself?"

He wasn’t trying to pick a fight, not really. He hadn’t even considered hurting anyone. He was just stirred, deeply, painfully stirred. It was instinctual for him to feel possessive and jealous, especially with their mate in another man’s arms. But that didn’t mean he’d lose control. He knew that harming Levi would ultimately hurt Addison too... and he’d never allow that.

Maxwell’s reminder wasn’t meant to accuse. It wasn’t that he thought Zion couldn’t control himself or his wolf. The truth was, Maxwell was barely holding it together as well. His own wolf was restless, snarling with envy, clawing to claim what it believed was theirs. The reminder wasn’t just for Zion, it was for himself too.

Because once that door opened... once they saw what was happening inside... neither of them could be sure what they might do.

And if one of them snapped, the other needed to be strong enough to pull him back.

When they reached just a few steps outside Addison’s bedchamber, the sound stopped them cold.

Soft moans and breathless gasps spilled through the door. It was Addison’s voice, unmistakably hers. A moment later, Levi’s low, muffled groan followed, thick with restraint and desire.

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