The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276: Chapter 276 Tempest Of Emotion And Desire

Yet, as if sensing her fleeting glance, both Maxwell and Levi grew even more aroused. It had been days since they last tasted the bliss of mating, and before that, they could usually manage their desires, even with Addison standing right in front of them.

Sure, their instincts would stir, but they were still able to keep them in check. Now, after experiencing her, that hunger had only deepened, and resisting the urge to claim her again was becoming nearly impossible.

Addison could feel the weight of their darkening gazes, heavy with desire, and her own body began to heat in response. Their lustful eyes traced every inch of her, making her squirm as a tingling sensation spread across her skin.

If she didn’t hold herself together, she feared a soft moan might slip past her lips. Her lashes fluttered, but she forced herself to feign indifference, pretending not to notice or feel anything.

Deep down, though, fear lingered, that what had happened the other day might happen again. She still didn’t know how to control the vitality she drew from her mates if they ended up tangled beneath the sheets.

Back then, her other wolf had been in control. Now that she was fully aware and in command of herself, the thought of giving in left her flushed with embarrassment.

She couldn’t even imagine taking the first step now without feeling utterly embarrassed.

’Forget it, there’s no need to rush. Just calm down,’ Addison reminded herself over and over as she carefully set the map aside. Then, distracting herself, she began cleaning up the used cups. Seeing her busy with the task, Levi immediately stood and hurried over to help her.

"Addie, let me handle this. You just sit and relax," Levi said gently, taking her hand and guiding her to the chair by the window. He cracked the window open, and the cool night breeze brushed against her skin, easing the heat still lingering in her body.

Yet, along with the wind came a strange warmth. It wasn’t summer yet, but the days had grown unbearably hot, and weeks had passed without rain, likely due to the La Niña forming in the south.

Now seated by the window, Addison felt her thoughts, which had begun drifting into unholy territory, slowly quiet down. Still, she couldn’t ignore the weight of Maxwell’s unblinking stare pressing against her, nor Levi’s subtle glances as he cleaned the table, his eyes returning to her again and again. She pretended to be too tired to notice, though her heart told her otherwise.

"Thank you, Maxwell, Levi, for coming and brainstorming with me. We still have a lot to do tomorrow, so you two should head back and get some rest as well," Addison said. She didn’t notice the faint hoarseness in her voice, but Maxwell and Levi caught it instantly; their attention was fixed so closely on her that even the smallest change in her tone didn’t escape them.

Maxwell didn’t respond right away. His gaze lingered on Addison, tracing every detail—her face, her soft red lips, and the graceful line of her flushed, swan-like neck, faintly glistening with sweat.

He caught the subtle motion of her throat as she swallowed, her scent filling his senses and stoking the fire within him. The longer he looked, the more his restraint frayed.

His eyes drifted lower, lingering on her chest, and memory assaulted him—the way it had felt against his palm: warm, soft, soothing in a way that left him aching to feel it again.

Unconsciously, he glanced at his own hand, almost as if it still held the memory, before his gaze returned to her. He let it roam over her toned yet supple waist, the curve of her hips, and down the length of her legs.

A lump caught in his throat, forcing him to swallow. His mouth parted as his breathing grew heavier, and in his darkening eyes swirled a tempest of desire and emotion he could no longer mask.

’She wanted it too.’

’I’m overthinking again,’ she scolded herself. Maybe it was her past with Zion that left her this way, always second-guessing, unable to fully trust a relationship with the opposite sex without questioning how much of their feelings were genuine and how much were not.

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