The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 11 - 11 Love Or Hate?

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WARNING!!!

A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this Chapter!!!

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But instead of granting her release, Zion suddenly withdrew his fingers, his touch vanishing just as Addison was on the brink. The loss of sensation sent a sharp wave of frustration through her, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.

”Then say it... say you won’t leave,” Zion murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Addison’s lips parted, but she stubbornly bit back a response. She pouted, refusing to give in, though the ache between her thighs was unbearable. Her body betrayed her—her core twitching violently in protest, desperate for the pleasure he had so cruelly stolen away.

Zion, seeing her stubbornness, softened his approach. ”Sweetheart, just say you won’t leave... and I promise, I’ll make you feel even better. Hmm?” His tone turned coaxing, seductive, though even he was surprised by the tenderness in his voice.

As he spoke, he began unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness, his fingers grazing over his own heated skin. Then, his hands moved to his own belt, the sound of the buckle clicking open sending a thrill through Addison.

She couldn’t help but stare at him—her mate. His honey-colored skin gleamed under the dim light, a light sheen of sweat making him look even more intoxicating. His emerald eyes, no longer glowing, now held a different kind of intensity—one that made her feel like the center of his universe. His tousled hair added a dangerous, effortless allure to his rugged handsomeness.

And then she saw it—her slick love juice coating his lips and chin, glistening in the light. The sight made her insides churn with renewed heat, her breath hitching, her chest rising and falling in shallow pants. Her eyes misted over, glazed with unshed tears of frustration and unbearable desire.

’Oh, fuck... That’s insanely sexy.’ The thought that involuntarily crossed Addison’s mind.

But when Zion still didn’t see Addison submitting to him, even after switching tactics, his frustration flared again—just as he freed his hard cock from the confines of his pants.

Addison gasped, her breath hitching as her gaze trailed down his full length. It stood tall, veins bulging, twitching with anticipation. Her eyes widened in disbelief. ’That’s impossibly big... there’s no way it’ll fit.’

Addison scrambled backward, desperate to create distance between them, but Zion caught her ankle and yanked her back toward him. In an instant, he flipped her onto the bed, pinning her face down against the mattress.

Panic flared as a sliver of reason returned to her, urging her to fight, to escape—but Zion was relentless. He seized both of her wrists, clasping them behind her back with ease.

Then, without warning, he positioned himself at her entrance and drove forward with a forceful thrust.

A violent shudder wracked Addison’s body, but instead of pain, a jolt of raw, electric pleasure shot straight to her brain. ’Ah!’ A loud, throaty moan ripped from her lips as Zion pulled her closer.

”Ugh—” Zion groaned, his voice strained as he felt his cock gripped in a vice-like hold inside her. ”Relax a little,” he murmured, stilling himself inside her. He could feel his gums tingling, the sensation traveling up his scalp, his body overwhelmed by an intoxicating pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced. His eyes fluttered shut as the feeling consumed him.

In that moment, the mate bond between them deepened, mending itself as they surrendered to the act of mating.

The sheer physical chemistry between them was overwhelming—so much so that Addison’s resistance melted away entirely. This was the pull of the mate bond, an irresistible force that usually only occurred between fated mates.

Fated mates were what humans might call soulmates—connected physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Their bond heightened every sensation, making the act of mating almost transcendent.

’Chosen mates’, on the other hand, relied more on emotional ties, with only a faint physical pull between them. And yet, what Zion and Addison felt at that moment was something far beyond the norm for chosen mates. Their instincts raged, primal and unrestrained, driving them toward something deeper—something unstoppable.

Zion began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, striking the same spot over and over again with precise control. He could feel every ridge and crease inside her as he pushed deeper, his cock stretching her to accommodate his size. Each measured stroke sent waves of pleasure rippling through Addison, drawing soft whimpers from her lips as her body climbed steadily toward euphoria.

She gasped, feeling the firm bulge pressing below her navel every time Zion buried himself inside her. With his weight pinning her against the mattress, the pressure intensified, heightening every sensation.

The way the thick crown of his cock scraped along her inner walls, the way he filled her completely—it was overwhelming, dizzying. Her fingers curled into the sheets as pleasure coiled tightly inside her, her eyes rolling back from the sheer intensity of it.

Then, with a firm grip, Zion pulled her up onto her knees, forcing her to support her weight while he held her arms in a possessive grasp. He drove even deeper, pushing into her until his cock pressed against the entrance of her womb. A strangled moan escaped Addison’s lips, her body trembling as she felt him claim her inch by inch.

”W-Wait! T-This... is... too much!” Addison gasped, her voice trembling as waves of intense stimulation threatened to consume her. It was overwhelming—her first time, and she felt like she was losing her mind under Zion’s relentless thrusts. He pounded into her without mercy, each deep stroke sending jolts of pleasure through her already overstimulated body.

She could feel herself growing impossibly wetter, her body responding instinctively to his size, stretching to accommodate him despite the sheer impossibility of it. This kind of seamless connection should only exist between fated mates—those designed for each other in every way.

Chosen mates, on the other hand, weren’t naturally built for perfect physical compatibility; they had to adjust, to find their rhythm over time. That’s what Addison had expected—difficulty, discomfort, an adjustment period.

But there was none.

Her body didn’t resist. It didn’t need time. The moment Zion was inside her, she welcomed him with an ease that defied logic, as if she had been made for him after all. Their chemistry ignited like wildfire, their desires intertwining and drowning them both in an intoxicating heat neither of them could fight.

”Fuck! Fuck! Addy... Addyyy...” Zion growled, his voice thick with lust as he pressed closer to her. Without hesitation, he sank his fangs into her shoulder, the sharp sting of the bite sending a jolt of pain laced with pleasure through her body. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, warm droplets trickling down her collarbone and back.

”Shit... I was never told fucking you would feel this good,” he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and ragged. But Addison barely registered his words—her mind had long since shattered under the weight of pure, unrelenting pleasure. She felt as if she were floating, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that coursed through her veins.

She didn’t even notice the way Zion clung to her, his movements growing more desperate, more possessive. It was as if he had been deprived of this for far too long, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go. His hips never slowed, his body melting into hers, driven by an insatiable need that neither of them could fight.

Zion ran his tongue over the fresh bite mark, savoring the taste of her before pulling Addison even closer. His arms coiled around her from behind, his right hand sliding up to cup her left breast.

With a firm squeeze, he rolled her nipple between his fingers, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Addison arched her back, instinctively leaning into his touch, her body surrendering to his every movement.

His other hand trailed lower, his fingertips brushing over her abdomen. He could feel the way it bulged slightly with every deep thrust, a sight that sent a flicker of amusement through him. With a smirk, he pressed down on the spot, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Addison’s moan tore through the room, louder, more desperate. Zion’s lips ghosted over her ear as he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction, ”You like it here, hmm?”

Zion’s voice dropped to a hushed, coaxing tone as he leaned in closer. ”But you know... I think I could make it feel even better. Just say you won’t leave me, and I’ll make sure to satisfy you all night long...”

His words lingered in the air, heavy with a sense of need. He wasn’t letting go of the issue, still haunted by the thought of Addison walking away. Despite his complete control over the pack, a part of him couldn’t bear the idea of losing her, of her rejecting him and slipping away. He needed to hear her say it—needed the reassurance that she would stay.

However, although Addison was drowning in euphoria, her little semblance of rationality still told her to decline, so she did without thinking much. ”No!”

Although her voice was slightly weaker, this made Zion livid once more, and the small hint of gentleness he had shown earlier reverted to the coldness he usually displayed towards Addison.

It was as if the gentleness and his true self he expressed earlier were nothing but an illusion, as he channeled his anger to torment her on the bed.

Making Addison to submit to him as her alpha and her mate. His every thrust had become rough; he would pull his cock all the way out and only leaving the tip inside before he thrust it all back in like a piston, making Addison tremble and gasp as Zion made her feel like her body was aflame, then little by little, he was increasing his pace, but it was still as rough and hard making sure that Addison was screaming her lungs out.