The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Chapter 168 Bumping With...

And more than that... Addison couldn’t, for a second, believe that nothing happened between Zion and Claire. Weren’t they already entangled while she was still there?

That’s what made it so hard to let herself draw closer to him again, let alone let her children know the man who helped create them.

Because just imagining someone else exploring Zion’s body, touching him where only she once did... it felt like a storm tearing through her chest, like crashing waves churning violently in her stomach.

In short, she hated it.

She hated that while she was breaking apart, struggling, suffering, doing everything in her power to be both mother and father to their twins, her ex-mate, now, her fated mate, had been out there screwing someone else.

And what made it worse... were his words. Words that never stopped echoing in her mind, poisoning her every memory of him:

"I’ll let you live a life of loneliness. I’ll make sure you’re tormented, feel the pain of having a mate who’s disgusted by you, who would rather fuck someone else than touch your sorry ass. Until the day you die, you’ll suffer. I’ll make you wish you had died that day."

Those words carved scars too deep to forget. They were why it was so hard for Addison to accept Zion now. Why, even with his remorse and tenderness, she couldn’t help but question his motives. Was he truly sorry for what he’d done? Or was he only acting this way now because he’d discovered she was the princess?

Addison never liked assuming the worst in people. But when it came to Zion, she didn’t want to see the good in him.

Because she was afraid, afraid that the moment she let her guard down, the moment she believed he’d changed... she’d forgive him too easily. Accept him too quickly.

And then what?

At this point, she’d fallen too deep into her thoughts, spiraling with overthinking. With a sudden push, stronger this time, Addison shoved Zion off of her, and this time he relented, stepping back. She immediately found her footing, though she staggered slightly as she stood upright.

Her uniform had come undone just enough to reveal a glimpse of her toned, supple skin and tight abdominal muscles. She looked breathtaking, stunningly alluring, like a battle-worn goddess.

Those teary golden eyes of hers, glowing like the sun, could melt even the coldest heart with a single glance. And Zion... his heart clenched painfully at the sight.

There was fear in her eyes.

Fear and heartbreak.

It gripped him with guilt so deep he could barely breathe. He cursed himself inwardly. He didn’t even know what had triggered her, because there were just too many possibilities. Too many wrongs. Too many scars he might’ve left on her heart without even realizing it.

He stepped forward.

But her voice, sharp and trembling, cut through the room like a blade.

"Don’t come closer."

She was shaking, but only for a second. Then, like someone waking from a trance, she straightened. Her fingers moved quickly, fixing her uniform with precision, restoring the image of the composed and unshakable woman she was known to be.

With one final glance at him, eyes now cool and unreadable, Addison turned and walked out.

By now, the conference room was empty. Everyone had already gone. And so, she strode away with her head held high, her steps steady, her presence commanding, like nothing had ever happened.

But as she walked, one bitter thought echoed in her mind like a mantra:

’A leopard doesn’t change its spots. And neither does a cheater.’

"Sweetheart, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you. Join me for lunch, I have something I need to discuss with you." The Alpha King’s voice was warm but carried a subtle seriousness that made Addison straighten instinctively.

"Alright, Father. Just give me a little time, I’ll be there."

Addison quickened her steps toward her palace. She needed a shower and a fresh change of clothes. Her uniform was creased, her skin flushed, and worst of all, she reeked of him. Zion’s scent clung to her like an invisible brand, masculine, warm, and maddening. Even her own skin carried the memory of his touch, and it made her insides tremble in ways she hated to admit.

But did protecting her require sleeping with her?

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