The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262: Chapter 262 The Love And Hate

After her snarl faded, a smile tugged at her lips. The thought of being a Princess sent a rush of pride through her chest, and she let out a low snort.

’Now that I’m a Princess too, I’m no lesser than that bitch Addison,’ she thought with venom.

Her gaze drifted back to the man she now had to call "father." To her, he was nothing more than a meal ticket. Yes, he was tall and handsome—but he lacked the overwhelming aura of the Alpha King, and his body held none of the power she so admired.

No matter how she looked at him, Dimitri seemed lesser. The realization soured her pride because it meant that Addison still stood above her in rank. Claire’s smile faltered, her brows knitting together in irritation.

Dimitri spoke for hours, recounting everything. He told her how he had been sent to the White Crescent Pack for a year of training, to learn combat and strategy, only to unexpectedly meet his first love—her mother, Rosalie. Rosalie had been warm, radiant, fiery yet kind, like sunlight breaking through his days.

Inevitably, they fell into a secret romance.

But after that year, duty called him back to the Royal Palace. His sister-in-law had shown signs of pregnancy, and the Alpha King held a banquet to celebrate. Dimitri never expected that night would change everything.

There, for the first time, he crossed paths with his fated mate, who had only just arrived at the Palace after her coming-of-age ceremony, barely eighteen.

The moment her scent reached him, his instincts overwhelmed his reason. His wolf surged forward, and before he could stop himself, he was drawn to her, kissing her, unable to hold back.

One thing led to another, and as though possessed, he spent days with her in a frenzy of passion. He marked her, leaving her neck littered with bites and his claim glaring for all to see. Worse still, his instincts had made him knot inside her, ensuring she would almost certainly bear his child.

But because of the mate bond’s pull, he couldn’t resist her. She was like an intoxicating aphrodisiac; the harder he tried to fight it, the stronger it drew him in, trapping him in an endless cycle he couldn’t escape.

It wasn’t until he heard the news that his first love had found her own mate—after leaving home in search of him—that the guilt came crashing down. He began to blame himself, loathing how he had surrendered to instinct, how he had allowed carnal desire and primal need to consume him until there was no turning back.

And indeed, his fated mate soon became pregnant. When his brother, the Alpha King, learned of it—that Dimitri had found his mate, consummated the bond, and even marked her—he was overjoyed.

He held another grand celebration, honoring Dimitri’s union. There was no marking ceremony; Dimitri had already claimed her in his reckless impulse, so the wedding was performed only for the sake of tradition. To everyone else, it was a moment of double happiness for the royal brothers.

But for Dimitri, it was nothing less than a gilded cage, his prison, his pain.

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