The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: Chapter 252 Escape 2

"Ugh!" Addison groaned, clutching her head against the piercing sound. She shook it off and forced her voice to rise above the noise. "Everyone, focus!"

The ones suffering the most were the werewolves; the shriek tore through their sensitive ears like knives. Zion, Maxwell, Levi, and even her were drenched in sweat, grimacing as they shook their heads, desperately trying to clear the dizziness while stumbling in place. Even Elric wasn’t faring any better, his movements sluggish and unfocused.

After Addison’s fingers brushed against the shackle on the dark fairy’s feet, she tried to yank it off by force, but it wouldn’t budge. Then her fingertips found something small, like a tiny bolt that might be acting as a screw for the lock. She twisted it experimentally, and it shifted.

Her pulse quickened. She kept turning it and called out to the others, "There’s a small bolt on the right side of the shackle, feels like a screw. It must be the lock mechanism..." She tried to work faster, but the ill-fitting leather gloves kept slipping, making it hard to keep hold of the tiny piece.

She bit her lip, frustration gnawing at her as sweat trickled down her forehead. The pounding in her skull worsened under the relentless shrieks of the Night Walker just beyond the massive door, its furious cries pressing in on her like a physical blow to the head.

Noticing her trembling hand, Zion, who was crouching right beside her, reached out and clasped it gently. "Hey, Addie... relax. We’ll be alright. I won’t let anything happen to you ever again," he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto hers with fierce intent.

Oh, how he longed to be selfish—possessive even—to claim every bit of her attention and keep her entirely to himself. But beneath that desire lurked a bitter truth: with the kingdom in turmoil and danger closing in from every side, could he truly protect her on his own?

And why... why had the Moon Goddess bound Addison to three fated mates, two of them Alphas? It defied the order of their world, invited bloodshed between Alphas, and made less and less sense the more he thought about it.

God knew how many times Zion had nearly lost control—of both his emotions and his wolf—driven by the jealousy burning through his veins and the possessiveness embedded in his very soul. But what held him back?

Guilt.

Guilt for failing to protect her when she needed him most.

Guilt for every ounce of pain she had endured because of him.

Guilt for the trauma he had caused... and for the scars etched into her back.

Although most of the scars had faded, thanks to Saintess Silas’s healing, some were too deep to be erased completely. Silas had done everything she could to mend Addison’s back, but even then, faint traces remained.

And if Silas hadn’t been there to heal her? The sight of Addison’s back would have been horrifying.

From afar, the marks might not be noticeable.

But through touch... every ridge, every uneven line told a story of pain that could never be forgotten.

He had felt them that night when he held her close, countless marks left by the silver whip. With each one his fingers traced, his heart sank further.

So why hadn’t he fought Maxwell and Levi? Why had he allowed them to mate with her, even when jealousy and possessiveness tore him apart at the thought of them touching her?

Because he knew he deserved this pain.

Because he couldn’t stop torturing himself with the what-ifs.

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