The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 216: Chapter 216 Addison’s Conclusion

Addison’s moans spilled out uncontrollably, rising into a sharp cry, but it was quickly swallowed when Maxwell caught her lips in a possessive kiss. He had just pulled his fingers from her mouth, slick with her saliva, and now used them to trail down to her chest.

Her body quivered as his wet fingers found her breast, teasing her nipple with slow, deliberate circles. The sensation made her arch and shudder, caught between the punishing rhythm of Zion below her and the sensual torment Maxwell delivered from the upper side. Every nerve in her body felt like it was burning alive with pleasure.

They weren’t holding back at all. Although Addison’s fingers paused around Maxwell’s throbbing cock, he didn’t complain; instead, he bucked his hips, thrusting upward to chase his own climax, using her hand to guide him there.

Zion, too, could feel the tight coil of pleasure building low in his abdomen. It had been a while since he’d last felt this, and the heightened sensitivity made every sensation sharper, every ridge inside her sent shockwaves through him.

Addison’s warmth wrapped around him so completely, so perfectly, that it exceeded every fantasy he’d ever had. It felt better than he could’ve dreamed.

”Ugh—Addie, I’m close,” Zion growled, biting his lip as his emerald eyes, now darkened and glassy with desire, locked onto hers.

Addison turned her head, meeting his gaze with a sharp glare. She still remembered all too well how many times he had knotted inside her before, and she had no intention of letting him do it again.

Zion let out a breathy chuckle, clearly reading her expression. He licked his lower lip with a defiant glint in his eyes, challenging her silently. His scent, thick with testosterone and heat, hit her like a wave, making her body react before she could stop it.

And damn it, he looked unfairly good like this. Rugged, cocky, flushed with lust. No wonder her children turned out so beautiful.

Still, handsome or not, he was an asshole. So Addison held her ground.

Zion, seeing the warning in her eyes, eventually gave in with a smirk, easily, but not without letting her know he could’ve pushed harder.

Zion slammed his hips harder, driving into her with relentless force, hitting the deepest parts of her again and again. But just as Addison wanted, he held himself back from knotting inside her. He knew she didn’t want to risk pregnancy, so even when his climax surged, he stayed in control.

Yet, as the tension peaked, a new urge clawed at him, his gums itched, his fangs tingled, aching to sink into her neck, to mark her and claim her fully. It wasn’t just lust anymore; it was his instinct, primal and consuming. Even Shura stirred within him, urging him to do it.

But Zion gritted his teeth and resisted. He had already crossed many lines; he wouldn’t take another step without her consent.

Maxwell wasn’t immune to the same pull. As he neared his own climax, his canines grazed Addison’s neck, right where his mark would belong.

Addison shivered. Her entire body trembled in anticipation. Deep down, a part of her wanted it, to be marked, to be claimed. It was in her blood, the instinct of every werewolf, to crave that bond... to belong completely to her mate.

Because of Maxwell’s relentless teasing, Addison’s inner walls clenched around Zion uncontrollably, her anticipation pushing her body to respond instinctively.

Zion let out a deep, guttural growl. ”Grr—” It felt like she was going to squeeze every drop out of him.

”Fuck, baby... I’m cumming deep inside you...” He gasped, burying his face against her chest as he held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her like he never wanted to let go. His entire body shuddered, scalp tingling with overwhelming ecstasy. Her scent, so warm, so addictive, only drove him higher.

At the same time, Maxwell’s body buckled under his own climax. Every muscle in him tensed, rigid and trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through him. His breath came out in ragged gasps as he buried his face in the crook of Addison’s neck. Her scent filled his lungs, igniting his desire while soothing something deeper inside him, a wild, primal need tempered only by her presence.

”Addison...” It was the only word he could manage to say, but it carried a weight of unspoken emotion that struck her heart like a tidal wave. Her eyelashes quivered, and so did her chest, trembling with the overwhelming feeling his voice alone stirred within her.

Both Zion and Maxwell remained still, trying to catch their breath as they basked in the lingering warmth of Addison’s body. The only sounds in the room were their ragged gasps, echoing against the walls, mixing with the heavy scent of sex—of spilled desire and Addison’s intoxicating aroma, which now carried a more subdued, mellow sweetness, as though the storm had momentarily passed.

Levi stood silently off to the side once again, waiting patiently, his gaze unreadable, his presence quiet yet heavy with anticipation.

Addison felt the shift within herself, too. The deep hunger that had clawed at her insides started to ease, and the insistent voice in her mind softened to a murmur. In its place, a strange new energy pulsed through her veins, foreign, powerful, and unlike anything she had felt before.

She had never experienced this sensation, not even with Zion before. Whether it was something newly awakened or simply never triggered until now, she didn’t know.

But it felt like Zion’s vitality had poured into her, exchanged for something else, something that filled her with strength. And though it empowered her, it left her with conflicted emotions that she couldn’t easily explain.

After all, the idea of exchanging a man’s vitality for her own strength felt... unsettling. She didn’t even know what to think anymore. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t suspected something earlier; when she shifted, she already had her own theory. But it differed from Zion’s thoughts that she was possessed by a demon, a succubus. No, her instincts pointed elsewhere.

She believed it had something to do with that obsidian black wolf that appeared during her transformation. Its presence felt distinct—different, foreign. Although she had never met Aurora before, she could sense that the obsidian black wolf wasn’t Aurora. There was something raw and primal about it. The moment it manifested, Addison had been consumed by fury.

That couldn’t be a coincidence.

So maybe... that obsidian-black wolf was a manifestation of her rage—and lust.

If that were the case, then it would only appear when she was pushed to her breaking point, when her emotions spiraled beyond control. But for a force so immense that it could even overpower the incarnation of the Tigren’s God of War... it had to draw energy from somewhere.

And now, this—what just happened.

It all led her to one conclusion: to wield the power of that obsidian black wolf, she needed to recharge by mating, transforming her partners’ vitality into fuel for herself.

Could that be the reason why the Moon Goddess gave her three mates? Had the Goddess foreseen this from the start?

Unfortunately, it was all still just Addison’s own conclusion and speculation, nothing more. She had no solid proof to support her theory, which was why she couldn’t say anything for certain... and why she didn’t dare to share it with anyone.

Not yet.