The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 Embarrassing Moment

"What are you doing here?!" Zion’s voice rang out, low and deadly, the cold fury behind it making the room feel even smaller. The sharp tone echoed through the enclosed space like a blade.

Levi froze, caught in the middle of the room like a deer in headlights. He didn’t know where to look—or what to say. The atmosphere was unbearably awkward. Of all the things he expected when entering the Alpha’s room, walking in on Zion having a very vivid wet dream hadn’t even crossed his mind.

’Just my luck,’ Levi thought grimly, choosing to play dumb and act like he hadn’t seen—or heard—anything.

Sure, he was a werewolf. And yes, werewolves were known for their heightened sensuality and high sex drives. That much was true. But not all werewolves lived like beasts in heat. Many, like Levi, were still waiting for their fated mates and had chosen to remain chaste out of loyalty and self-respect.

Levi himself was already in his mid-twenties—just a year older than Zion and Addison—but he had yet to meet the one destined for him. And he had no interest in settling for a chosen mate. He had preserved both his body and heart for the one the Moon Goddess had paired him with. That vow of purity made walking in on his Alpha’s dream-induced moaning session all the more mortifying.

’Seriously...’ Levi winced internally, his face remaining stoic. ’How am I supposed to keep a straight face after hearing that?’

"Tsk." Levi clicked his tongue before finally replying, his tone flat. "Alpha Zion, the preparations are complete. We’re ready to leave by tomorrow morning. I came to inform you... and to see if you needed help packing your clothes or any other necessities."

He kept his expression as deadpan as possible, but after a deep breath, he turned toward Zion, just as the bedside lamp flicked on.

Big mistake.

"Pft—!" Levi barely managed to choke back a laugh, quickly biting his tongue. But the telltale shake of his shoulders gave him away.

Zion’s eyes narrowed. He started to rise from the bed, but the moment he shifted, his entire body stiffened.

A low snarl tore from his throat. "GET OUT!" he roared, the force of it rattling the glass panes of the windows.

Levi didn’t need to be told twice. He bolted, howling with laughter, tears in his eyes as he slammed the door behind him.

Why?

Because the moment Zion pushed himself upright, he felt it—that humiliating sticky sensation inside his pants. His cock twitched from the friction, and when he looked down, the large, damp patch on his grey pants made it all too obvious.

Mortification flared in his chest like wildfire.

He glanced sideways, only to catch the last glimpse of Levi turning away, desperately trying—and failing—to contain his laughter.

Zion growled, loud and dangerous, as he ran a hand roughly over his face. The tent in his pants refused to go down, and neither did the smoldering heat in his body.

Damn it.

"Shit! Of all times, it has to start now?!" Zion hissed under his breath as he stood up from the bed. He quickly peeked down into his pants, and sure enough, his face darkened with embarrassment while the tips of his ears turned red with heat.

"Holy hell!" Shura, now fully awake and clearly enjoying himself, wasted no time."That is not just precum, buddy. You actually came from that dream, didn’t you?"

It wasn’t just lust. It was need. And worse—he had no outlet, no one to turn to, and no idea if Addison would ever come back.

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