The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Alpha Zion’s POV 2

When she finally cried herself to sleep and collapsed onto the grass, I couldn’t help myself—I went to her, scooped her into my arms, and held her like she was something precious I couldn’t afford to lose.

I brought her back to our marital room, a space heavy with her scent that clung to every corner. My mind went numb, and before I even realized it, I was pinning her to the bed, sinking my teeth into her lips.

One taste, and it was over—I was hooked, consumed by the need to possess her. I wanted her so badly it hurt, but the hatred still burned too deep inside me to ignore. In the end, I tore myself away and locked myself in my office for the rest of the night, wrestling with the chaos inside me.

Morning came, and Princess Claire’s soft coos broke through my torment. She asked me to show her around, and I agreed, desperate for a distraction. It was then I heard that Addison had been tending a beautiful garden while I was away.

Curiosity got the better of me—I wanted to see what kind of life she managed to nurture in my absence. I took Claire with me, but as we stepped outside, I looked up—and there she was, Addison, standing at the window of our marital room, staring down at us.

She looked at me like I had betrayed her, and that only fueled my anger. I could do nothing but scowl and throw out cruel, meaningless words I knew would cut her. But the moment they left my mouth, regret hit me like a punch to the gut.

I couldn’t even meet her eyes after that, yet I forced myself to believe it was justified—because it was easier than facing the truth. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

But now, I regret everything. I don’t want to lose her. I can’t lose her. And yet, I can’t find her anywhere. Where did Addison run off to? If she’s hurt, could she have even gotten far?

It wasn’t just about my own inner turmoil—no matter how conflicted I felt, I was still the Alpha of this pack.

I had a duty to fulfill.

When I needed to honor the fallen warriors who had fought alongside me at the frontlines, who had given their lives without even leaving behind an intact body. But what did Addison do? She showed up wearing a glaring red gown, like a slap across my face.

She’s my Luna—my fucking Luna—and her blatant disregard for the occasion wasn’t just disrespectful, it was a direct challenge to my authority. My Alpha pride burned with offense.

In my anger, I said some offhanded words, but instead of submitting or even apologizing for her clear disrespect, she had the audacity to suggest we dissolve our mate bond and part ways?

What the fuck does she think of me? I was livid beyond words, but more than that, I felt like I couldn’t breathe—like she had driven a dagger into my chest and was tearing my heart apart piece by piece.

The anger boiled over, and I couldn’t stop it. I knew it was my fucking fault for ever comparing her to Claire. I had seen her reports, knew everything she had done for the pack while I was away.

I was fucking amazed by her competence—proud, even—that she was my Luna. But my careless words had struck a nerve, and she retaliated with those gut-wrenching words.

Deep down, I knew it was my fault. I knew it. Yet my damn mouth refused to stay shut, throwing out offhanded remarks like weapons.

And worse, my twisted sense of satisfaction kicked in, thinking that if I hurt her enough to make her cry, maybe—just maybe—it would offset even a fraction of the war tearing me apart inside.

But seeing her so resolute in leaving me tore me apart. Shura went berserk inside me, and all I could think about was mating her—marking her—so she would never even think of leaving me. She’s mine. My mate. Nothing could change that. Not even me.

I let instinct take over. I tore through her clothes, drowning myself in her scent, her soft body, her breathless moans. In that moment, the storm of love and hate raging inside me faded into nothing.

There was only her. Only us. She became my entire world. I couldn’t stop myself. The second I buried myself deep inside her, I knew I was lost—completely, hopelessly lost.

My body moved on its own, driven by the raw, primal need to claim her again and again. I fucked her senseless, just like in every dream I had ever had of her—but this time, it was real.

Goddess, she felt even better than anything I had ever dreamed of. The real thing was so much more—so addicting—that I couldn’t pull myself away from her. Day and night, I claimed her, made her moan my name, and every time that sweet, broken voice whispered it, it was like tiny claws scratching against my heart, making it flutter and tremble with need.

Everything about her felt so right. She felt right. She felt like home.

Taking care of her, feeding her, holding her close—it brought me a peace I hadn’t known in years. In our little world, there was only the two of us. No hatred. No past. Just us. Her soft, fragile body still felt a little too thin in my arms, but now that I had her, I knew I would take care of her—feed her well, fatten her up, and keep her safe.

Jealousy hit me like a punch to the gut. I wanted to march over, tear him away from her, and make it clear he had no right to stand that close to my woman. But reality slapped me even harder—he was her Gamma.

I will find her.

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