The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Lance Crawford

Most of the men stood over six feet tall, and even the female warriors ranged from 5’7" to 5’9", which was expected of she-wolves. Addison, however, barely reached 5’6" or 5’7"—an unusual height for a man, especially one expected to patrol the borders.

One of the men, clearly not taking her seriously, strolled forward with a smirk and casually draped an arm around her shoulders.

"What are you, half-dwarf?" the man teased as he looked at Addison. His tone was lighthearted, and Addison could tell he meant no harm by it. After all, human males weren’t exactly rare within the Palace Grounds—Archmage Elric was human, and so were some of his disciples.

Seeing a human adult male wasn’t unusual, and most ranged from 5’7" to 6’ tall—just slightly shorter than shifters like them. So, Addison’s height didn’t raise any real eyebrows. What truly piqued their curiosity was why someone like him, at least in appearance, was assigned to the border patrol team, one of the most dangerous occupations in the kingdom.

"I’m not," Addison replied calmly, removing the man’s arm from her shoulder with quiet firmness. Without another word, she turned and strode toward a man seated off to the side. Though his eyes were closed, there was no doubt he was fully aware of everything happening around him. His presence exuded a quiet warning— ’Stay away.’

Yet, for some reason, Addison felt drawn to him, a strange sense of familiarity tugging at her instincts. ’Did I know him before?’ she wondered, letting her feet carry her forward until she stood before him.

"Hello," she said, her tone even, neither overly humble nor arrogant. "Are you the one in charge of the Border Patrol Team? I’m here to report."

Her back was straight, her hands clasped behind her, posture crisp and composed—just like a seasoned warrior presenting themselves for duty.

Around the room, the others exchanged glances. Moments ago, they had been teasing her, their curiosity thinly veiled. But now, watching her presence and hearing her voice, something shifted. Some felt a strange familiarity, as if they’d met her before. Others sensed the quiet strength in her aura—imposing, yet somehow warm.

Despite appearing as a human, she didn’t feel out of place. In fact, welcoming her into their ranks suddenly felt natural.

The man sitting with his arms crossed and eyes closed slowly opened them the moment he heard a calm, soothing voice. That voice was like a soft summer breeze accompanied by the gentle chime of wind bells—peaceful, unintrusive, and oddly grounding. Even though his rest had been disturbed, he didn’t feel the slightest irritation.

Everyone else in the room, however, held their breath. They watched the scene unfold with wide eyes, fully expecting Addison to be reprimanded. While the office was often noisy with banter, there was one unspoken rule—no one approached that man.

He was known to be able to sleep through a storm, but the space around him—his invisible circle—was sacred. It was his territory, a zone no one dared step into unless explicitly invited. And anyone who crossed that line, even by accident, usually paid for it with a harsh lesson.

But this time, to their surprise, he remained still.

"No, our Captain stepped out," the man replied languidly, his voice low and lazy, eyes still half-lidded with sleep. "But you can tag along with this team heading to the eastern border. They’ll fill you in on the shift schedule, rotation, and defense protocols out there."

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