The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 14: Chapter 14 Three Days And Three Nights

But his mind wasn’t just on the logistics—no. He was brimming with curiosity. ’What exactly happened last night?’ What kind of ”torture” had Addison endured? Would she finally know her place now?

Buzzing with eagerness, Greg abruptly changed direction, veering away from the training grounds and heading back toward the packhouse. He wanted a glimpse—just a glimpse—of what remained of the once-defiant Luna.

’Was she broken? Shaken? Barely clinging to consciousness? Or had Zion gone even further than that?’

His thoughts burned with expectation as he approached, eager to witness the aftermath firsthand.

Beta Greg knew he wasn’t permitted to enter the fourth floor—only the omegas responsible for cleaning and fixing the door were allowed there. However, he waited at the base of the stairs on the third floor, pacing back and forth as he kept an eye on the omegas, eager to see when they would be finished.

Upstairs, when the omegas saw the door ajar, they immediately stepped forward to fix it. However, even from a few feet away, they could already smell the unmistakable scent of mixed intimate fluids wafting from the room.

For a moment, they were frozen, exchanging glances as they realized what had likely transpired the previous night. It became clear what their alpha had meant by ”teaching Addison a lesson.”

Understanding their position, the omegas quickly composed themselves, bowing their heads and focusing on the task at hand. They worked swiftly: two omegas attended to the door’s hinges, while another removed the bedsheets and pillowcases.

As they worked, they could hear the faint sound of water splashing from the bathroom, but they chose to ignore it.

Soon, however, Addison’s soft gasps and moans echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom. Zion had joined her in the bathtub, and as soon as Addison opened her eyes, he took advantage of the moment, starting again.

The sound of splashing water mixed with the rhythmic slapping of flesh, accompanied by Addison’s uncontrollable moans and whimpers, reverberated through the room.

”Z-Zion, wait! There are people outside!” Addison said, her voice tinged with embarrassment. But Zion didn’t stop. In fact, it felt as if he wanted her to moan louder, to make sure that anyone nearby could hear the sound of her pleasure.

Addison, desperate to hold back, bit down hard on Zion’s shoulder as he thrust inside her. He didn’t flinch at the sharp bite; instead, he urged her on, his voice low and hungry.

”Yes, bite me, scratch me, leave your marks on my body,” he growled, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles, making Addison’s head spin with desire.

Once the omegas finished their work in the Alpha Suite, they quietly made their way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Addison and Zion. As they descended to the third floor, where Beta Greg was waiting, they anxiously scattered without uttering a word.

The fear of what they had witnessed, and not knowing what they could or couldn’t say, made them choose silence. They understood the importance of avoiding trouble with their alpha.

Watching them scurry away like frightened rabbits, Beta Greg let out a dismissive snort through his nostrils. When he turned around, he noticed Claire panting, her body drenched in sweat, as she was about to ascend the stairs to the fourth floor.

Without hesitation, Beta Greg grabbed her and pulled her back to the second floor, deciding to increase her guard detail, as she had somehow managed to sneak away again.

After the room was cleaned, Zion carefully carried Addison from the bathroom back to the bed. They remained entwined, unwilling to let go of each other, continuing their mating until breakfast was delivered to the front door of the Alpha suite.

Zion growled towards the door in irritation, ”Just leave the food outside,” before returning his attention to Addison.

When he finally stepped out to retrieve the food, it had already cooled, and Addison had passed out once again. When she woke up the second time, Zion fed her brunch, though the process took longer than usual since she was too weak to move on her own.

Once she had finished eating, Zion consumed the remaining food himself. After pushing the cart out of the room, he returned to Addison and resumed their mating again, as if he never grew tired—like there was an insatiable desire between them, as if one of them was in heat or it was the mating season.

Addison cried out for mercy many times, feeling as though her body was about to fall apart, but Zion never stopped, as if he could never get enough of her.

For three days and three nights, Zion repeated this routine, giving Addison very little time to sleep and rest before jumping right back in to mate with her. He didn’t even pull out unless it was extremely necessary, such as when he needed to take food from outside to feed Addison so she would have more energy to mate with him.

Over those three days and three nights, he had knotted inside her no less than ten times.

And when Zion finally let her go, they both slept the entire day, holding each other. When Addison opened her eyes, it was already dark outside. The cold wind from the window was blowing the curtains away, and Zion’s arms were draped over her protectively.

Addison, who had finally gotten her rest and her reason was finally coming back to her, shifted to her side and looked straight at Zion’s face, which she could barely see through the dark.

Luckily, she still had little bits of her werewolf senses, allowing her to make out the outline of Zion’s features. She stared at him, thinking.

She was contemplating what to do now. Over these three days, Zion made her feel like she was his world and that he desired her just as much as she desired him.

During this time, she sensed that their mate bond had mended remarkably well; although it was still broken, the pain from the decaying mate bond had significantly lessened, allowing her to feel the pull.

’Should I give him a chance? Give us a chance?’ she thought. But then again, she felt like she had suffered enough. Zion treated her with a hot and cold attitude; one moment he was so passionate, and then the next, he was as cold as a block of ice, showing his hatred toward her.

If that was the case, it would be better for her to endure the pain of rejection. At least that would only leave her in great pain once. But if she stayed, she would only prolong her suffering. After all, there was already Claire. Thinking of all this, Addison felt extremely conflicted.

Her mind and heart were having their own opinions, splitting her decision. If she followed her brain, she would leave without looking back, but her heart said otherwise. What Zion had shown her these past three days didn’t seem like a lie; she could feel it, which made it so hard for her to decide.

”What are you thinking?” Zion’s hoarse, magnetic voice sounded above her head, making Addison look up and meet Zion’s dark eyes. Without saying much, Zion gave Addison’s forehead a lingering kiss, causing Addison’s heart to twitch while her eyes fluttered. This action further complicated Addison’s feelings.