The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Chapter 135 The Royal Princess

As the heat seeped into her muscles, she took a deep breath and reached for the rose-scented shampoo. She lathered it into her hair, letting the familiar floral fragrance mask her natural scent. She followed it with a matching rose body wash, scrubbing her skin gently.

But midway through, a sudden twitch deep inside made her body tense. A soft, involuntary groan escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering shut again. Her body felt unusually sensitive, restless, as if reacting to something beyond her control.

Trying to ignore the discomfort, Addison hurried through the rest of her routine. She dried off, stepped into the crimson dress, and smoothed it over her curves. The gown clung to her body like a second skin, its off-shoulder design exposing her collarbones, while the deep V-neckline and daring slit along her thigh added a bold, provocative edge. No matter how many times she looked at it, she couldn’t deny, the dress was alluring, striking, and unapologetically seductive.

Addison felt a sharp throb in her head, an oncoming migraine pulsing at her temples. This was supposed to be a formal event, one where all the Alphas would be present, where appearances mattered, and every detail was scrutinized. Even without her father spelling it out, she understood the weight of the occasion. Yet... who had prepared this dress for her?

She stared at it in disbelief. It was completely inappropriate, far too provocative, far too casual for such an important night. With frustration, Addison tossed it aside and stormed toward her wardrobe, hoping to salvage the situation. But her heart sank. The closet had been stripped clean. All that remained was a delicate nightgown, hardly a solution, as it was even more revealing than the dress.

There was no way she could appear in public wearing that.

Clearly, she had no real choice now but to put on the dress she’d rejected. She hadn’t paid much attention to the preparations, trusting her mother and Mila to handle the details. But now that she thought about it, her mother would never have picked something so inappropriate, not for an event like this. That left only one person: Mila. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Addison wasn’t sure if Mila had chosen the dress simply because it flattered her figure, or if there was another motive behind it, one Addison didn’t care to dwell on. Either way, with no alternatives available, she had no choice but to wear it.

She slipped into the dress, then fastened the ruby necklace around her neck. The piece was exquisite, deep crimson surrounded by diamond accents that shimmered in the light. At the very least, the brilliance of the necklace would draw attention upward, away from the more daring cut of the dress and her cleavage.

It lent her an air of refinement that balanced the seductive design with a touch of class. If she carried herself with enough grace, maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t look like a desperate courtesan in a room full of dignitaries.

Her heels, four inches high, gave her added height and poise, though they made moving quickly nearly impossible. The dress was also backless, so she let her hair fall in soft waves down her spine, a strategic way to shield some of her exposed skin. Finally, she slipped on the matching ruby earrings, completing the set.

Once fully dressed, Addison stood still for a moment, taking a deep breath as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked stunning. Composed. Dignified. Or at least, she hoped so.

Then, right on cue, came the sound at the door.

Knock... knock... knock...

"Princess Addison, are you ready?" the Royal Beta called gently through the door.

There was no reply. Instead, the door slowly opened, and Addison stepped out.

The Royal Beta, who had watched her grow from the moment she was born, who saw her as a daughter, was momentarily stunned. Before him now stood a fully grown woman, breathtaking in her beauty, like a rose in full bloom and as captivating as a poppy in the wild. He blinked rapidly, overwhelmed with emotion, then clamped his hands over his mouth, his eyes rimmed with red.

"Your Highness... You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice choked with pride.

’Did my mother choose this dress and these heels?’ Addison wondered, glancing down briefly as she walked. The high heels were far from comfortable, and the dress, though undeniably stunning, felt a little too revealing for her taste.

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