The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 209: Chapter 209 Spellbound

And the longer Zion and Maxwell stood inside the room, the more they felt it too.

The air clung to their skin like humidity laced with something else, something heavier. It wasn’t just the scent of arousal. There was a pull in the room, a subtle haze that wrapped around their thoughts, nudging their desires to the surface and clouding their judgment.

Neither of them felt the urge to lash out at Levi. That wasn’t it.

Instead, a gnawing unease was building inside them. A sense that something was wrong, deeply wrong. But they couldn’t see it, couldn’t name it. And the more time passed, the harder it was to hold onto clarity.

Zion stepped forward, pulling Addison into his arms. He knew, deep down, that she hadn’t forgiven him, not completely. No matter how much her body ached for the bond they shared, whether it was the mate bond’s pull clouding her thoughts or a momentary lapse in judgment, there was always a risk she’d snap back to reality the moment she realized it was him she was touching.

So, he didn’t give her the chance.

With a possessive, dominating kiss, Zion crushed his lips to hers, overwhelming her senses with his scent and his touch. He kissed her like a man starving, like this was his only chance.

His arms anchored her tightly against him, as if he feared she might vanish at any second. He devoured her taste, his lips demanding, desperate, filled with the raw hunger of a mate longing for forgiveness and closeness.

Behind them, Maxwell let out a deep, angry growl but held back. His body was rigid with restraint as he glanced at Levi, who was already moving to pull Addison away. Maxwell caught his arm, stopping him, jaw clenched tight.

He turned his eyes away from the scene, refusing to watch, but he couldn’t block out the effect it had on him. His core burned, pulsing with heat and frustration, and his cock throbbed painfully beneath his pants. A low groan escaped him as he gritted his teeth, doing everything he could not to lose control.

Although neither of them fully understood what was happening, one thing was clear: Addison wasn’t entirely present. Her body was there, but her mind seemed distant, lost somewhere else.

Surprisingly, ever since this strange shift began, Maxwell and Zion had been working together with an unspoken synergy that caught even them off guard. They moved in sync, reacting without needing words, as if some invisible thread connected their thoughts.

When Zion acted, Maxwell instinctively understood what he was trying to do.

There was something wrong, something off about Addison, but they couldn’t put their finger on it. And since pinning Levi down and demanding answers was pointless, and it was obvious the guy had no clue, the only one left to draw information from was Addison herself. But how could they get answers from someone who wasn’t fully aware?

They didn’t need to ask her directly. What they wanted was to see her reaction. Would she push Zion away once she came to her senses? After all, it was no secret between the three of them now that Addison’s history with Zion was a mess of love and hate.

She hadn’t forgiven him. She barely even tolerated his presence, let alone his touch. Most of the time, she did everything she could to avoid him.

That was why, even as Maxwell’s blood boiled with possessive anger, so much so that he couldn’t even bring himself to look at the two of them as they kissed passionately just a few steps away from him, he still kept his attention sharp. He watched from the corner of his eye, studying Zion’s every move, restraining Levi beside him, not allowing him to interfere.

Because whatever happened next... it might reveal more than words ever could.

While Levi thrashed and growled, desperate to pull Addison away, Maxwell held him back, keeping him from interfering. At the same time, Zion deepened the kiss, even as Addison pushed him back against the wall. Then, without warning, she jumped onto him. Zion instinctively caught her by the thighs as she wrapped herself around him, straddling him tightly. Her heated core ground against his now painfully hard length, drawing a strained groan from his throat.

”Ugh—You want it?” Zion rasped, breathless. ”Then show me how much you want it, baby...”

Right now, Addison was acting like a she-wolf in heat, wild, unrestrained, and utterly consumed by instinct.

”Mmm...” Addison responded with a kiss, her fervor intensifying as her fingers worked to slowly unbutton Zion’s shirt. Her touch made it harder for Zion to hold onto his slipping self-control. This was everything he had longed for, and in this moment, it felt like a dream come true. He almost even forgot his earlier intent to probe her behavior.

His right hand glided down her back, tracing her curves before rising to her bare breast, which he cupped possessively. The heat of his touch made Addison shiver, yet her actions only grew bolder.

Finding it difficult to move while standing, Zion shifted to the nearby sofa, settling down as Addison straddled him, her body pressed close with needy urgency.

Without breaking the kiss, Zion plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her sweet, intoxicating taste, that was all his. But unlike Maxwell earlier, who had let his desire blind him, Zion tasted something bitter beneath the sweetness. His senses flared.

A growl rumbled in his chest.

That bitter aftertaste, it wasn’t hers. It was Levi’s lingering cum.

Fury surged through him like wildfire. The thought of tasting another man on her lips made his jaw tighten and his muscles coil with rage. Zion’s entire body tensed, a dangerous growl vibrating deep in his chest, his possessiveness twisting into something primal, something vengeful.

But Addison effortlessly quelled Zion’s rising fury with a simple, sensual gesture, her fingers twirling around his nipple in a teasing, deliberate manner, demanding his full attention. The seductive boldness in her touch was unlike her, and that alone made Zion’s mind sharpen.

This wasn’t the Addison he knew.

Just that afternoon, he had tried to get close, physically, emotionally, hoping the mate bond would pull them together. But even when the connection tugged at her, Addison had snapped out of it, rejecting him with anger still burning in her chest. That moment made it clear: the mate bond wasn’t strong enough to override the complicated mess of love and hate she held toward him.

Even after their trip to the Tigren camp, where the bond had undeniably strengthened, it still wasn’t enough to make her surrender this easily.

Which begged the question, what was truly driving Addison now?

But before he could probe any further, Zion felt Addison slipping her hand into his pants, freeing his hard cock with practiced ease. His breath hitched, and he instinctively leaned back, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and anticipation, gleaming in the shadows of the night.

Then came her touch, soft, deliberate, as her fingers curled around his length and began to stroke him, painfully slow and hard.

”Ugh... Goddess, you’re making this impossible for me,” Zion groaned, his voice thick with need, each gasp trembling on his lips as he struggled between melting into her hand and the urge to flip her over and devour her whole.