The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Chapter 260 How Claire Ran Away

Now, for the first time, she truly knew fear. Claire felt herself teetering on the edge of breaking as her gaze locked on Addison standing beside the Alpha King.

Her face drained of all color, and a chilling cold spread through her body. If Addison revealed the truth of what she had done, execution would be swift and certain. Not even Zion could shield her now, especially since he already knew she wasn’t the real princess, her only leverage over him before.

Worse still, she had failed to win Zion’s heart, failed to secure her place as his Luna. With no safety net left, only one outcome loomed before her. Her chest tightened as she spotted Zion and Levi pushing their way to the front of the crowd, and dread coiled inside her. Her heart sank lower with every step they took, and it felt as though ants were gnawing relentlessly at her nerves.

"MATE!"

"MATE!"

"MATE!"

’What the hell does this mean?! Why?!’

Claire’s mind reeled, her thoughts screaming in disbelief. Not only had Addison turn out to be the true, long-lost Princess of the werewolves, but now she even had three fated mates?

Three! How was such a thing even possible?

Claire stumbled back, her breath catching as the people around her turned to look. Suspicion glimmered in some eyes, mockery in others—each glance cutting into her pride like a slap across the face.

It was as if the crowd itself was telling her she had been delusional, daring to dream she could pass herself off as the Princess. After all, what did she really have? A passing resemblance, hair that only vaguely matched, and murky honey-brown eyes that could never be mistaken for true gold.

Humiliation burned through her, but fear clawed at her even harder, urging her to run, run as far and fast as she could. Yet how could she, when her body refused to obey, frozen stiff under the weight of terror?

Her mind was blank, unable to grasp a single thought of escape. Then she saw them, the Midnight River Pack’s elite warriors cutting through the crowd, heading straight for her. Claire didn’t need anyone to tell her whose command they followed.

Zion had sent them, making sure she wouldn’t slip away. Her fate was sealed, carved in stone long before she could even move a step.

’No! Why would I give up?! I didn’t endure three years of torture at the hands of vampires just to die here!’

Claire bit down hard on the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood, forcing her trembling body to obey. Summoning every shred of will, she bolted, shoving through the crowd and sprinting into the maze-like garden. This was her only chance to lose them.

The shift in the air told her she’d been spotted. The Midnight River Pack’s elite warriors immediately broke into pursuit, their presence closing in behind her like a storm. Her body felt like it was on fire, a strange surge of power flooding her veins.

Whether it was adrenaline or sheer survival instinct, she didn’t know. But it pushed her past her limits, weak as she was compared to them, her legs carried her faster than she ever thought possible, just barely keeping ahead of her hunters.

As Claire tore through the maze-like labyrinth of hedges, a hand shot out from the shadows and yanked her aside. Her mind lagged, unable to process what had just happened, leaving her frozen in stunned silence.

Before she could react, the figure who had dragged her into the dark corner was already uncorking a vial. With practiced speed, he sprayed the masking mist over her body and then himself, shrouding them both in its concealing scent.

"I think I saw her come this way!" one of the Midnight River Pack’s elite warriors called out in the distance.

Claire’s chest tightened as panic surged through her again. Her eyes darted wildly, searching for an escape route, only for the stranger in front of her to raise a finger to his lips in a sharp ’shush’ before tugging her toward a hidden path woven into the garden, a passage she knew only the royal family should have access to.

Then, there was a sharp ’click’ that echoed through the still night, followed by the grinding shift of heavy metal.

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