The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 221: Chapter 221 Suppressed Feelings Unraveling

Addison stared at Levi as she gently brushed back his damp hair.

”Addie... I’m a little tired. I’ll sleep for a bit, okay?” Levi murmured drowsily, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a soft kiss to her lips before finally drifting off to sleep. Unlike Zion, who had looked completely spent, Levi’s expression was one of blissful exhaustion.

Addison, still panting and trying to catch her breath, let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of him.

”Baby... I hope you’re not forgetting about me,” came Maxwell’s deep, teasing voice from behind. ”I’m about to burst here...” he added, trying to play it cool, though his strained voice and the way he rubbed his bulge against Addison’s sweaty back betrayed just how close to the edge he really was. ℴ

”Hmmm...” Addison hummed, nodding slightly. She could feel it too, that insatiable hunger still burning inside her. Whatever was happening to her body... it wasn’t finished yet.

Maxwell gently helped Addison shift Levi to the side of the bed, letting him rest peacefully. Even as he did, he remained behind her, his presence looming warm and intense. Carefully, he guided Addison to lie on her stomach, her head turned away from him.

She followed his lead without protest because her legs was still sore and trembling from earlier, grateful for the brief moment of rest.

Or so she thought.

The second her stomach pressed against the mattress, Maxwell didn’t wait. With a sharp thrust, he sank his aching cock into her wet entrance, making Addison gasp in surprise as her back arched instinctively.

But before she could fully react, his weight followed, heavy and overwhelming, pinning her beneath him like a boulder. Yet even that pressure was layered with pleasure, as her body welcomed him with a shuddering moan.

”Ugh...” Maxwell groaned deeply, pushing further inside her with a slow, desperate roll of his hips. He was at his limit—had been for a while now. He’d chosen this position for a reason. Not just to chase his own release faster, but because he didn’t want her to see the look on his face.

He was already halfway shifted.

His wolf, fueled by instinct and desire, was taking over and he’s becoming feral and uncontrollable. Saliva trailed from his parted lips down to his chin as his grip on control thinned. He didn’t want to frighten Addison, didn’t want her to see how much the beast inside him had surfaced.

But he needed her.

Desperately.

Maybe it was the result of him suppressing his feelings and instincts for too long, his wolf now protesting with unrelenting force. Or perhaps it was because he had been silently enduring, letting his inner demons battle it out within him while trying not to scare Addison away.

He knew their situation wasn’t like that of other fated mates. It was complicated, uncertain... and because of that, he chose to carry the burden himself. He tried to be patient, understanding—magnanimous, even.

But as an Alpha, that went against everything he was.

And now, this was what’s happening.

He couldn’t even wait for foreplay. The moment he had her beneath him, all reason evaporated. His only thought was to bury himself deep inside her—and he did. As soon as he sheathed himself fully, a low, possessive growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against her skin.

”Mine,” he snarled, voice guttural and raw, as he dipped his head toward her back. But then he paused, his nose flaring.

He could smell Levi. And Zion.

Their scent clung to Addison’s skin, and it drove Maxwell mad with jealousy, irrational, all-consuming. The beast inside him surged forward, no longer content to be tamed.

Like a jealous, unhinged werewolf, he began to move—his thrusts deep and rough, fueled by territorial need. Addison moaned loudly, her voice muffled as she buried her face into the pillow, her fingers twisting the sheets in a white-knuckled grip.

The pleasure was overwhelming, edged with pain, as though Maxwell was trying to claim her from the inside out.

’I’m not a masochist... am I?’ Addison thought breathlessly, her long lashes damp against her flushed cheeks. Every groan from Maxwell, every animalistic snarl and heated breath against her slick skin made her tremble. His jealousy radiated from him like heat, wrapping around her like chains—and she couldn’t tell if she wanted to be freed from it...

Or completely consumed.

The bed creaked beneath them with each powerful thrust of Maxwell’s hips, the rhythm rough yet purposeful. Addison moaned again, her voice breaking. ”Hngh!”

Then, she felt it, Maxwell’s teeth sinking lightly into her shoulder as he drove himself deeper inside her. The sudden bite made her gasp, a shiver rippling down her spine.

”Does it feel good, baby? Hm?” Maxwell murmured, his voice low and edged with a beastly growl. The beastly undertone should’ve been alarming and scary... but instead, it sounded intoxicatingly sexy.

Addison didn’t even realize she liked it, until her body reacted on instinct. Her stomach tightened, and her inner walls clenched around him as if answering his question for her.

”Ugh—!” Maxwell groaned, the sensation almost unraveling him again. But unlike earlier, something had shifted. He could feel his wolf finally easing—releasing its grip. The tight jealousy, the possessiveness, the rage... it was beginning to subside.

Maybe his reasoning had reached through. Maybe his wolf, no matter how angry, couldn’t stay angry at Addison or couldn’t blame her for what had happened with Levi and Zion. Slowly, the beast gave Maxwell back control, its sulking retreat replaced by a quiet understanding.

But instead of easing up, Maxwell only thrust into her harder, his intensity climbing as if he couldn’t hold back any longer. His large frame completely enveloped Addison’s smaller one, both of his muscular arms caging her in on either side.

His chest pressed against her back, and his head dipped low, resting on the crown of her head as he panted, inhaling her scent deeply, his nose flaring with every breath.

Each deep, relentless stroke made the bed creak louder beneath them. Addison’s loud moans were muffled as she buried her face into the pillow, but the weight of Maxwell on top of her made it harder to breathe.

It felt like the air was being squeezed out of her lungs, like his body was crushing her in the most intoxicating way. And somehow, the pressure only made her tighten around him, her inner walls clenching desperately around his cock.

”Baby,” Maxwell groaned against her ear, voice husky and low, ”you’re going to be the death of me...”

He let out a breathless laugh, teasing her—but he was dangerously close to the edge himself. Wanting to prolong the moment, he pushed himself up, his weight lifting off her back as his hands slid down to her hips. With one fluid motion, he pulled her hips back into him, adjusting her angle, his thick thighs bracketing hers as he positioned himself behind her.

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