The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 555

Chapter 555: Chapter 555 The Alpha King’s Reminder

She made sure of it, every angle, every detail carefully considered, while her voice carried lightly, as if she were simply another eager presence in the crowd.

But beneath it all, anticipation coiled within her. She was already imagining the moment Addison realized the shift and saw her among the crowd, the moment recognition turned into unease.

And Zion...

Claire’s smile deepened, eyes gleaming faintly as she waited for their arrival, every part of her poised for what would come next.

But it seemed the Alpha King had caught up to her train of thought. His gaze snapped toward her, cold and absolute, and the weight of his aura followed, pressing down with quiet, merciless authority.

It wasn’t a strike, not even a word, yet it was enough. Bloodline suppression took hold instantly, draining the strength from Claire’s body as if it had been stripped away at its source.

Her breath hitched, her limbs weakened, and her knees trembled on the verge of giving out beneath her.

"Royal Brother, be kind to the young ones..."

Her father stepped in before she could dropped on her knees completely, placing himself between her and that suffocating presence. His voice was calm, measured, but carried just enough urgency.

"My daughter may be a little mischievous, but please, be magnanimous. Do not press her too harshly."

With him standing there, the pressure eased, loosening its invisible grip around her. Claire felt air return to her lungs, though her body still trembled faintly in the aftermath.

She lifted her gaze toward him, eyes shimmering, unshed tears clinging delicately to her lashes as she leaned into his protection, looking all fragile, subdued, and every bit the image of someone who had been pushed to her limit.

"Father, please... don’t quarrel with Royal Uncle, the Alpha King. I was the one who spoke out of turn."

Claire’s fingers tightened gently around her father’s sleeve, her voice soft, almost pleading, as if she were trying to pacify him. But beneath that display of meekness lay careful intent, she knew exactly how it would look, how it would sound.

By lowering herself, by taking the blame so readily, she only made her father’s indignation burn hotter. And just as she expected, the effect was immediate.

"Royal Brother," her father said, his tone strained with restraint, "my daughter has only just returned after enduring so much, and she has already been punished. Her body has yet to recover."

His jaw tightened, a faint tick betraying the anger he was barely holding back. "Do me this favor, do not hold this against the child."

"Ha." The Alpha King’s scoff cut through the tension as his gaze locked onto his brother, cold and unyielding.

In the next breath, his aura surged, heavy and oppressive, crashing down with enough force to demand submission. It wasn’t a request; it was a command woven into instinct.

Under that weight, his younger brother’s resistance faltered. Slowly, unwillingly, he lowered his head and bared his nape in a clear gesture of submission.

Even so, defiance flickered in the strain of his body, the tight clench of his jaw, the veins standing out along his neck, but it wasn’t enough. Against the Alpha King, he simply did not have the strength to stand his ground.

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