The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Chapter 165 Her Suggestion

She nearly choked on the words as Maxwell’s feet slid higher up her leg. By now, his whole body was facing her, his left leg resting on top of his right while slowly caressing her leg up and down, appearing as if he was fully absorbed in what she was saying. In reality, he was simply using the moment to further stretch his reach, his touch making her knees buckle and a needy throb pulse through her core.

"We... we should also build an irrigation system," she continued, a little breathless, forcing herself to stay composed. "Even during a drought, there’s still an underground water source we can tap into, enough to sustain the South until the dry season ends. And after we stabilize things, we can focus on reforestation. I read that humans have a profession called ’Plant Ecologist’; they wrote about how trees help lessen the drought’s severity."

"They wrote that the tree’s roots reach deep underground, pulling water up into the atmosphere. This helps regulate the climate, improve transpiration, and support plant and animal life. With more trees, we can not only reduce drought but also prevent floods, purify water, and enrich the soil."

Fortunately, Addison managed to finish her explanation and speech. Midway through, Maxwell seemed to realize just how important her words were; he stopped teasing her and instead listened intently, awe and admiration gradually replacing his lust-filled, playful demeanor. By the time she concluded, he looked incredibly proud of her.

The entire table had fallen silent. Addison, mistaking the silence for criticism, felt a flicker of nervousness, wondering if her words had come across as long-winded. In truth, what she shared was both insightful and refreshing.

Most of the werewolves present, especially the Alphas seated before her, weren’t exactly the type to spend their time reading books. Their lives were consumed with leading packs, managing territory affairs, and maintaining physical strength through constant training.

That’s why hearing such knowledge, especially something derived from human research and distant lands, was not only rare but fascinating. While a few were skeptical and dismissed her ideas as fanciful, many were intrigued, especially the representatives from the South.

They were currently the most affected by the ongoing drought and had already realized they couldn’t rely on Mages forever. They needed real, lasting solutions.

That was why they were all here: to brainstorm and collaborate. After all, more minds meant more possibilities.

Hearing Addison’s perspective sparked genuine consideration among the Southern representatives. It felt like a solution worth trying. Yes, trees take time to grow, but if what Addison said was true, then in the long run, they could finally break free from the grip of drought. The true beneficiaries would be their children and future generations, ensuring prosperity for their packs.

More than that, Addison’s first suggestion about digging deeper wells to create an irrigation system resonated with them. It might actually work. They had once heard rumors from the traveling merchants, old knowledge passed down from distant human scholars, about how underground water tunnels were often interconnected. Addison’s proposal sounded eerily similar to those theories, giving her words unexpected credibility.

Thanks to Addison’s words, the Southern representatives perked up, engaging more enthusiastically in the discussion. Even the Alpha King nodded in approval, clearly impressed. He didn’t seem to notice that Addison had been distracted earlier, and once she finished speaking, he smoothly resumed control of the meeting.

Addison exhaled deeply, trying to steady her nerves. But just as she began to relax, a sharp clatter disrupted her moment. Something had fallen to the ground. Instinctively, she glanced down, ready to pick it up, only to find Maxwell already leaning forward, half his body hidden under the table.

It was his fountain pen.

He was retrieving it when their eyes met, Addison mid-bend, Maxwell already watching. His gaze lingered, and then he gave her a slow, meaningful smile. Before she could even process it, her breath got caught in her throat again.

Without warning, Maxwell’s hand slid up and grasped her inner thigh.

Addison’s whole body ignited with heat. Her panties dampened even more, and Maxwell’s grip on her thigh tightened. His fingers shifted, slowly, deliberately, so close that she could feel the pressure of his touch even through the thin fabric of her pants going up slightly. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

’Oh Goddess, I can’t,’ Addison thought, her mind already spinning filled with horny thoughts. She didn’t even have her wolf back yet, and she was acting like a hormone-fueled teenager. What would happen once her wolf returned, relentlessly urging her to mate with her fated ones? The thought sent a delicious shiver down her core.

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