The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 217: Chapter 217 Levi’s Turn

Just the thought alone made Addison shiver. Even if she dared to share this theory with anyone, who would believe her? It was far easier for others to accept the idea that she was possessed by a succubus than to entertain the notion that a wolf, her wolf, could function that way.

After all, no werewolf, nor their wolves, had ever shown such a mechanism. Their strength came through training, discipline, proper nourishment, and time. There were no shortcuts. Power was earned, not borrowed, let alone stolen from something as intimate and taboo as a man’s vitality.

The very idea sounded insane.

Some might accuse her of making excuses, of blaming her wolf just to avoid accepting the terrifying possibility that she was already possessed by a demon. And if they believed that... the consequences would be severe.

Possession by a demon was punishable by death, unless the demon was extracted in time. If not, the creature would eventually take root in the host’s soul, devouring it until nothing remained but an empty shell under the demon’s control.

No one took chances when it came to demons.

After all, demons were inherently evil and destructive. A single demon could wipe out an entire tribe on its own, as they thrived on bloodshed and chaos; those were their fuel.

That was why the Saintess and the Pope sealed the gate to the demon realm long ago—to restore peace to their realm and to prevent demons from corrupting souls, spreading darkness, and spawning more of their kind.

But as Addison fell deeper into thought, she suddenly felt both Zion and Maxwell shift.

Zion was still lazily thrusting into her, as if determined to leave every last drop of his seed deep inside. She had just climaxed, so her body remained sensitive, and Zion’s slow, deliberate movements sent tremors through her, pulling her mind back into the haze of mating.

Still, something caught her attention. Zion looked... tired.

Her lashes fluttered in quiet thought. She had mated with Zion before, many times actually. She knew better than anyone how relentless this man’s stamina was. He didn’t tire easily. How else could he have kept her up for three days and three nights straight the first time they mated at the Midnight River Pack?

So, seeing Zion this exhausted felt like the very proof Addison had been searching for. Yet, since neither of them had shared their own theories, she remained unaware that her state also confirmed Zion’s growing suspicion that a Succubus had possessed her.

He could feel it. The moment he cum inside Addison, it was as if something was siphoning his strength away, like he was being drained from the inside out. And yet, amidst the weakening pull, there was a dangerous, euphoric high, as though he could die in that exact moment and not regret it.

It echoed the old tales about succubi: that the greatest death a man could experience was one taken in a woman’s arms, lost in pleasure.

Feeling his energy slip, Zion collapsed backward, letting himself sink into the plush sofa. His chest rose and fell heavily, like a man on the edge of collapse, parched and breathless. Still, even in that state, he managed a tired, affectionate smile as he looked at Addison with soft, loving eyes.

And seeing him like that made Addison’s heart ache.

Because, unlike him, she felt renewed, energized. It was clear that she had unknowingly taken more of Zion’s vitality than she meant to, enough for him to feel drained in the aftermath. And with that realization came guilt... that’s eating her up.

It was as if her three mates had come to an unspoken understanding. The moment Zion collapsed, Levi silently stepped forward, and Maxwell—surprisingly—chose to hold back, surrendering his turn without protest. He quietly opted to go last.

Between the three of them, Zion, Levi, and himself, Maxwell was the outsider, the one still working to earn Addison’s full attention and acceptance. And instead of letting pride or instinct dictate his actions, he showed restraint. He didn’t fight for dominance. He didn’t try to impose himself. He simply waited.

That small, thoughtful act didn’t go unnoticed by Addison. In fact, it caught her attention in the best possible way. An Alpha like Maxwell willingly giving way to a Beta... that was rare. It required more than just patience; it demanded control over one’s primal instincts. And that kind of control was something even Zion, with all his experience and bond with her, still struggled with.

After all, they were werewolves. Their beastly instincts weren’t just habits; they were a part of who they were, shaped by nature and sharpened by time.

After Levi cast one last questioning glance at Maxwell—as if to ask if he was truly willing to wait—Maxwell responded with a silent nod. With that, Levi gently lifted Addison off Zion, who leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes, falling into a light doze, his energy visibly drained.

Levi carried Addison to the bed with careful tenderness, and Maxwell followed closely behind, staying just a step away. Once they reached the mattress, Levi lowered her down with a reverence that made her chest tighten. Then he leaned over her, his eyes brimming with love and gentleness she hadn’t seen from him before.

”Addie,” he whispered, voice low and coaxing, ”will you allow me... hmm?”

Addison’s heart skipped. The soft pull of the mate bond tugged at her before her mind could catch up. Almost instinctively, she nodded—and the moment she did, a pang of guilt and dread twisted inside her chest.

Since she realized that something was wrong with her. Zion’s sudden fatigue had only confirmed what she feared was happening to her body... and if she was right, then mating with Levi might harm him, too.

Levi wasn’t just a mate. He was her friend, her confidant, the one who stood by her through thick and thin. She had a soft spot for him, and the thought of hurting him made her stomach knot.

But how could she take back her nod now? Wouldn’t that only wound his pride... or worse, make him think she was rejecting him as a mate?

Addison felt torn all over again. ’Stop overthinking, Addison... these are all just theories. Nothing is certain yet,’ she tried to reason with herself. ’If I pull away now and hurt Levi’s confidence because of something I’m not even sure of, I could end up doing irreversible damage. He’s already feeling overshadowed by the two Alphas—if I reject him now, he might sink deeper into that insecurity... and who knows how long it would take him to recover from it—if ever.’

After thinking it through, Addison gave a small nod, her eyes softening with a tenderness she rarely showed. But deep inside, uncertainty still gnawed at her. ’If I really am absorbing a man’s vitality through sex like a succubus... could I learn to control it? Could I choose how much I take each time?’ The thought both frightened and intrigued her. If she could manage it, maybe she wouldn’t hurt Levi as much.

With that hope, she reached out and gently caressed Levi’s face. He leaned into her palm with a quiet purr, his eyes closing as if savoring the moment. Her touch held both affection and hesitation, but Levi only seemed to feel the warmth of her affection.