The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Chapter 45 What He Missed

Zion marched down the stairs with purpose, his expression hard and unreadable. Levi followed closely behind, silently observing the sudden shift in his Alpha’s demeanor. Zion moved like a man on a mission—determined, focused, as if clinging to some unspoken resolve.

After a few moments, Levi finally broke the silence. "Alpha Zion, the Royal Convoy has arrived. They’re resting in their suites now. If you wish to speak with them, I can arrange a meeting."

Zion didn’t slow his pace. "No need," he replied curtly, his voice flat and dismissive, leaving no room for discussion.

"Then what about Miss Claire’s condition? Do you wish to check on her? Or should I inform the Royal Convoy of the situation instead?" Levi asked, his tone calm on the surface—but laced with a sharp, mocking edge.

The unspoken message rang loud and clear, ’Isn’t she the mistress you chose over your Luna? Why the sudden silence now? Why aren’t you checking on her and your pup?’

Zion caught the barb instantly, but he said nothing. He inhaled deeply, steadying himself as his wolf, Shura, growled restlessly beneath his skin. The provocation was direct—blatant—and Shura, proud and volatile, wasn’t one to take insults lightly.

It scraped at Zion’s already bruised ego, but he clenched his jaw and restrained the urge to respond.

He couldn’t afford to lose control—not now. Not against Levi.

Because deep down, Zion knew: if there was anyone who had earned the right to sneer at him, it was Levi. He was the one who stayed by Addison’s side through it all.

The one who endured ridicule for standing by their Luna, even when the pack turned against her. It was Levi’s presence—his unwavering loyalty—that helped Addison survive those cruel, lonely years.

And Zion knew it.

And for that, Zion swallowed his fury.

But it was exactly those shared moments between them that made Zion so deeply jealous of Levi. He envied the bond they built—the quiet loyalty, the trust, the time spent together. Yet, no matter how bitter the feeling, Zion knew he had no one to blame but himself.

It was his choices that drove Addison away. His actions that carved the distance. And now, all he had left was regret.

"That’s why I told you to go back to our mate!" Shura roared, steam practically billowing from its nostrils as it huffed and paced furiously within Zion’s mind. The wolf was like a bristling hedgehog now—easily agitated, ready to lash out at anyone who so much as breathed wrong. "Why did our mate even fall down the stairs?! She was injured then, wasn’t she? Where did that injury come from?!" Shura’s tone was sharp, accusatory.

Zion froze in place.

His mind had been in overdrive that day—panic, guilt, and worry clouding every rational thought. Back then, he was so consumed by the sight of Claire, hurt, and Addison nearby that he jumped to the worst possible conclusion.

He never stopped to consider the details... never questioned the actual cause of Addison’s fall. His fear for Claire’s condition and the pressure of potential consequences blinded him, and in that moment, he failed Addison again.

Hell, he had even ignored his own mate lying at the bottom of the stairs.

Blinded by heartbreak and rage, he failed to piece together the sequence of events. But now—now that Shura had brought it up—he realized something crucial was missing. A truth he had overlooked.

Lost in thought, Zion stood at the top of the stairs, staring down at the spot where it all happened. In his mind’s eye, he could almost see Addison tumbling down again, her body crumpling at the bottom.

’What must she have felt in that moment?’

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