The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Chapter 69 Alpha Maxwell Is Unwell

Yet, the problems they faced were far from over, and worse, they had no solid explanation prepared for what was to come. If things continued like this, all the blame would inevitably fall on two people: Greg and Addison. But more than Greg, it would be Addison who bore the weight of suspicion.

After all, Greg’s actions could be framed as a misguided but loyal attempt to protect the royal princess and her unborn child. Even if he took things too far, it could be spun as an act of vengeance or overzealous protection. In contrast, Addison had no such shield. Her actions—or rather, the twisted narrative surrounding them—offered no justification, no pardon. And without proof to defend her, she would be the one to suffer most under the weight of the accusations.

Zion leaned back with a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in mounting frustration. "What options do we even have left to prove Addison’s innocence?" he muttered, the question sounding more like a desperate thought spoken aloud than something directed at Levi. The Beta remained silent—he, too, had no answer.

But before either of them could say more, a voice came through the mindlink.

"Alpha Zion, the Royal Convoy is requesting an audience."

Zion’s heart skipped a beat. He instantly straightened, his posture going rigid as he looked at Levi. The color had begun to drain from his face.

In the Royal Capital, Addison’s condition showed no signs of improvement. Meanwhile, the Royal Mage had finally gathered all the materials and ingredients needed to create the portal. However, both Maxwell and Hue remained confined—though "imprisoned" might have been too strong a word. They were being treated more like honored guests, with lavish meals and fine drinks served daily.

Hue, ever the laid-back one, leaned comfortably in his seat, sipping wine with clear enjoyment. After all, it wasn’t every day one had access to such exquisite liquor—vintages typically reserved as tribute for the Royal Family.

"Alpha Maxwell, what should we do?" Hue asked casually between bites of roasted chicken leg, his tone relaxed as he washed the meat down with a generous gulp of beer.

Maxwell, standing by the grand window with a pendant held tightly in his hand, didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the sprawling rose garden below—an explosion of color and life that sharply contrasted the heaviness in his heart.

"What choice do we have but to stay here until the Alpha King releases us?" Maxwell said, his voice calm, but his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil—flickering with agitation and restlessness. "Still, it’s a good thing we managed to uncover a clue about the dark witch. If we can trace the source of her curse, we might be able to identify the one who cast it."

"But then..." Hue began, but before he could continue—

"Ugh!" Maxwell suddenly groaned, clutching his chest as he dropped to his knees. Cold sweat broke across his forehead and soaked his back. His breath hitched, labored and shallow, as if an army of ants were gnawing at his heart from the inside. "Gasp!" he wheezed, trying to draw in air, but the pain only intensified.

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