The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 Embarrassing Moment

”What are you doing here?!” Zion’s voice rang out, low and deadly, the cold fury behind it making the room feel even smaller. The sharp tone echoed through the enclosed space like a blade.

Levi froze, caught in the middle of the room like a deer in headlights. He didn’t know where to look—or what to say. The atmosphere was unbearably awkward. Of all the things he expected when entering the Alpha’s room, walking in on Zion having a very vivid wet dream hadn’t even crossed his mind.

’Just my luck,’ Levi thought grimly, choosing to play dumb and act like he hadn’t seen—or heard—anything.

Sure, he was a werewolf. And yes, werewolves were known for their heightened sensuality and high sex drives. That much was true. But not all werewolves lived like beasts in heat. Many, like Levi, were still waiting for their fated mates and had chosen to remain chaste out of loyalty and self-respect.

Levi himself was already in his mid-twenties—just a year older than Zion and Addison—but he had yet to meet the one destined for him. And he had no interest in settling for a chosen mate. He had preserved both his body and heart for the one the Moon Goddess had paired him with. That vow of purity made walking in on his Alpha’s dream-induced moaning session all the more mortifying.

’Seriously...’ Levi winced internally, his face remaining stoic. ’How am I supposed to keep a straight face after hearing that?’

”Tsk.” Levi clicked his tongue before finally replying, his tone flat. ”Alpha Zion, the preparations are complete. We’re ready to leave by tomorrow morning. I came to inform you... and to see if you needed help packing your clothes or any other necessities.”

He kept his expression as deadpan as possible, but after a deep breath, he turned toward Zion, just as the bedside lamp flicked on.

Big mistake.

”Pft—!” Levi barely managed to choke back a laugh, quickly biting his tongue. But the telltale shake of his shoulders gave him away.

Zion’s eyes narrowed. He started to rise from the bed, but the moment he shifted, his entire body stiffened.

A low snarl tore from his throat. ”GET OUT!” he roared, the force of it rattling the glass panes of the windows.

Levi didn’t need to be told twice. He bolted, howling with laughter, tears in his eyes as he slammed the door behind him.

Why?

Because the moment Zion pushed himself upright, he felt it—that humiliating sticky sensation inside his pants. His cock twitched from the friction, and when he looked down, the large, damp patch on his grey pants made it all too obvious.

Mortification flared in his chest like wildfire.

He glanced sideways, only to catch the last glimpse of Levi turning away, desperately trying—and failing—to contain his laughter.

Zion growled, loud and dangerous, as he ran a hand roughly over his face. The tent in his pants refused to go down, and neither did the smoldering heat in his body.

Damn it.

”Shit! Of all times, it has to start now?!” Zion hissed under his breath as he stood up from the bed. He quickly peeked down into his pants, and sure enough, his face darkened with embarrassment while the tips of his ears turned red with heat.

”Holy hell!” Shura, now fully awake and clearly enjoying himself, wasted no time.”That is not just precum, buddy. You actually came from that dream, didn’t you?”

Zion didn’t need to see Shura physically—his wolf’s voice echoed loud and clear in his mind, wheezing with laughter.

As if that wasn’t enough, Shura added, ”You came without even being touched?! Damn, maybe it’s time you rubbed one out, man. Let off some steam before you combust.”

”Shut up,” Zion growled, his voice low and dangerous, as he stormed toward the bathroom.

Shura, of course, kept going. ”Come on, it’s been three years. Before, it was manageable—hell, we didn’t even know what we were missing. But after tasting the forbidden fruit?”He whistled in Zion’s head. ”Yeah... being chaste hits different. And let’s be real, this isn’t just heat—it’s the beginning of a rut, isn’t it?”

Zion didn’t respond, but the clench of his jaw and the sharp slam of the bathroom door said enough. He stepped under the freezing water, letting it pour down his overheated body. But no matter how cold it was, it didn’t douse the fire smoldering inside him.

It wasn’t just lust. It was need. And worse—he had no outlet, no one to turn to, and no idea if Addison would ever come back.

The dream had awakened something deeper than desire.

And it refused to let go.

For half the night, Zion stood beneath the cold shower, letting the freezing water wash over him in an attempt to cool the fire threatening to burn through his sanity. Once the heat had dulled, he quickly packed a few essentials—spare clothes and the formal attire he’d wear to the banquet.

The journey ahead would be long and grueling. They’d be running in their wolf forms for days at full speed, stopping only briefly to rest. Time was against them.

Even the way the invitation had arrived made Zion suspicious. He could tell the Alpha King had deliberately sent the letter last, ensuring Zion would have little time to prepare and even less to leave his territory. It was a petty move—but one Zion couldn’t challenge. All he could do was comply.

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Zion stepped out of his room, locked the door behind him, and reached out to Levi via mindlink.

”I’m coming down.”

”Understood, Alpha. The warriors accompanying you to the Royal Capital are having breakfast in the hall,” Levi reported as he took his seat. ”The omegas are also preparing lunch for the road and packing dry rations for when we get tired along the way.”

An omega approached and placed a bowl of clam chowder in front of him. The table was already filled with hearty dishes—slices of rye and wheat bread, roasted chicken, succulent lamb, and even a whole suckling pig. A large bowl of hard-boiled eggs sat nearby, and a variety of seafood dishes from the eastern port added to the spread—grilled tuna belly, garlic-buttered shrimp, and more.

The sight was nothing short of a feast—like they were preparing for a final meal before a long, uncertain journey.

Claire sat in the Luna’s seat as if it had always belonged to her. All eyes turned to her—especially Levi, whose jaw tightened with restrained emotion. The rest of the room was filled with uneasy glances and mixed feelings.

It wasn’t until now, with someone new occupying that position, that they truly realized how good they had it when Addison was their Luna. Back then, even in the absence of their Alpha, Addison had carried the entire pack on her shoulders. She managed their affairs with grace, laid strong foundations for the future, and kept everything running smoothly. Life under her leadership had been stable—almost effortless—for the rest of them.

But now, with Addison gone and Claire in her place, ’unofficially’, things felt different.

Though Claire still put on a kind and sweet facade in front of the pack, it was only surface-deep. She lacked the competence to manage responsibilities, and when someone happened to offend her, even slightly, she reacted as if they had committed a grave crime.