The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Chapter 75 Family Reunion

The moment the Alpha King and his family stepped into the room, he and his mate gently set their grandchildren down, letting them run free. The soft giggles of the two young ones echoed throughout the spacious room as they explored and played, their laughter adding a warm, lively energy to the air.

The Alpha King turned to Addison with a warm, doting smile and quietly led her farther inside. On her other side, the Queen walked alongside her, equally gentle and expectant. Then the Alpha King spoke, his voice laced with both hope and a touch of nervousness.

"This room hasn’t changed in the past six years," he said softly. "We’ve kept it clean... and sometimes, your mother would come here herself to arrange your things. She insisted on doing it personally."

He paused, eyes searching Addison’s face. "Do you remember this room?"

There was a fragile edge to his voice—nervousness hiding just beneath the surface. This room wasn’t just a space—it was his daughter’s sanctuary, the place where she had spent the first eighteen years of her life. A room filled with memories, laughter, tears... and now, uncertainty.

Addison looked around the spacious room, bathed in warm sunlight that streamed through the tall windows. The view was breathtaking, offering a perfect glimpse of the lands beyond. A king-sized bed sat at the center, draped in white silk sheets and matching pillows, while the marble floor gleamed beneath her feet. The entire room was styled in a palette of white, cream, and gold—elegant, pristine, and timeless. Vases of fresh flowers adorned the side tables, their subtle fragrance mingling with the faint, familiar scent in the air.

It was undeniably luxurious—larger, even, than Zion’s alpha suite. Yet what struck Addison most wasn’t the size or grandeur. It was the feeling. A stirring deep in her chest as memories slowly resurfaced.

She turned to the Alpha King, her voice soft with wonder. "Yes... I remember. My room hasn’t changed. It’s still exactly the same as before."

A single tear slipped down her cheek.

Yes, she could remember—fragments, flashes of images like scenes from a film, as if she were watching someone else’s life unfold. But her memories were still incomplete. Silas had explained that it would take time for everything to return. Her memories had been locked away for three years—deliberately sealed by a curse.

Yes, locked.

One of the curses placed on her had sealed her memories, a cruel tactic used by the vampires. They hadn’t wanted Addison as a person—they had wanted a puppet. And a puppet didn’t need memories. What kind of puppet they had intended her to be, she still couldn’t recall. That one haunting word—puppet—was all she remembered when the fog in her mind had first started to lift.

There was no pattern to what she might remember next. Sometimes it was a childhood moment, other times something from her teenage years. The memories came without warning—triggered by sights, sounds, or sometimes nothing at all. Random and sudden, yet each one stitched her closer to the truth.

Hearing Addison’s answer, both the Alpha King and Queen were overcome with emotion. Tears welled in their eyes, but it was the Queen who broke down completely. She sobbed uncontrollably and pulled Addison into a tight embrace.

"My baby... you really remembered..." she whispered through her tears, clinging to her daughter as though she might disappear again.

When Addison was kidnapped six years ago, it was the Queen who took it the hardest. She had sacrificed so much to bring her daughter into the world and had loved her fiercely from the very beginning. The news of Addison’s abduction nearly crushed her. But she wasn’t just the Queen by title—she was a true Alpha in her own right, strong and determined.

Back then, instead of collapsing from grief, she burst out of the Royal Palace in pursuit. She chased after the trail of fleeing vampires without hesitation. Even when they took to the skies, she didn’t stop—hurling anything she could at them, not to harm Addison, but to strike their wings and force them down.

The two girls shared a similar build and hair color, enough to fool even someone who knew Addison well. But as a mother, the Queen should have known better—she would have known better, if not for the whirlwind of fear and desperation that had clouded her instincts.

In her frantic state, she hadn’t noticed the subtle differences, hadn’t questioned why her daughter wasn’t responding. And that was exactly what the vampires had counted on. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

She was constantly haunted by the what-ifs.

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