The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 411: Chapter 411 Healing

”Levi... I need you to get better. I don’t like seeing you like this...” Addison whispered again, her voice trembling. She had never seen Levi so hurt, so fragile, and the sight made her chest tighten painfully.

Only now did she realize that the strong, unyielding boulder who had always stood behind her, steadying her, protecting her, was now crumbling. The thought of him in pain, his life hanging by a thread, filled her with a deep, unfamiliar fear.

And in that moment, her own feelings became clear. She had always thought her emotions for Levi were complicated, that her fondness was merely comfort and habit. But now she saw the truth: of all three of her fated mates, Levi had quietly been her steadfast support.

He had never hurt her, never failed her; he knew her entirely, her likes, her dislikes, the small details of her day, and listened without impatience.

Compared to Zion, who stirred passion and tension, and Maxwell, who was still a blank canvas in their growing bond, Levi had been there all along, a constant, gentle, unwavering background who had always been there but never forced her to be with him.

And now, staring at him so weak and vulnerable, Addison finally understood: she liked Levi. She really, truly did.

Maybe her feelings for Levi weren’t as intense as the love-and-hate chaos she had with Zion, nor as thrilling and new as what she was beginning to feel with Maxwell. But her affection for Levi was something different, something quieter and deeper.

It was a gentle fondness that had always been there, steady and unmoving, sitting right at the border between friendship and something more. She had been so used to his presence, so used to relying on him, that she never noticed when that quiet fondness had grown roots, when it had deepened enough that she no longer saw him as just a friend.

Addison slowly stepped closer, her breath catching as she took in Levi’s face, drained of color, pale as parchment. Before she even realized it, her trembling hand lifted, gently cupping his cheek. She stood at the side of his bed, leaning close enough to feel the faint whisper of his breathing... but none of the familiar warmth she was used to.

He was cold. Far too cold.

Maybe it was the blood loss, maybe the strain on his body, but the chill of his skin hit her like a bucket of ice water, shocking her out of her daze.

”Levi... I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t die on me, okay?” Addison choked out, her thumb brushing his cheek as her voice cracked. A tear slipped down the corner of her eye, falling onto his skin.

”Please... open your eyes and look at me. Just once. Please...”

But no matter how much she spoke, no matter how much her voice begged and broke, Levi remained still, unmoving, unresponsive, and she felt her heart splintering inside her chest.

Just imagining Levi dying on her made Addison’s whole body go cold, the kind of cold that started from the soles of her feet and crawled all the way up her spine until her scalp tingled. Her chest tightened painfully, each breath turning shallow as if her heart was cracking open under the weight of it.

”Do you truly want to save him?”

The sudden voice cut through her pain. Addison froze, thinking she was imagining things. Her sobs stilled, but she didn’t move; she stayed rigid, like a frozen statue, her eyes fixed only on Levi’s pale face. She didn’t dare look around.

”Yes...” she whispered, answering from the deepest part of her heart. ”I want to save him. No matter what.”

”Sigh...” The voice exhaled again, weary and almost disappointed. Before Addison could process what was happening, something pulled out of her, an unfamiliar sensation that made her breath hitch. It felt as though a piece of her had been detached, torn loose from deep within, leaving her cold and hollow.

Then she saw it, someone she knew.

”Sihda...?” Addison whispered, swaying as dizziness washed over her.

Sihda began to glow, light blooming from her like a rising sun. The brightness filled the entire room in an instant, so blinding that Addison had to squeeze her eyes shut. Her knees buckled, strength draining from her body as if her life were being siphoned out of her.

Before she could understand anything, before she could speak, move, or even think, darkness swallowed her whole, and she lost consciousness.

When Zion returned to where he had left Addison, he froze. Even from the far end of the corridor, he could see she was no longer standing by the ICU window, nor was she sitting on the bench nearby. His heart lurched painfully.

”Addison?”

Panic surged through him as he broke into a run, but before he could reach the door, a blinding light burst out from Levi’s ICU room. It was so intense that Zion instinctively threw an arm over his eyes, squinting as the radiance washed over the hall.

The light was dazzling, yet strangely warm, almost comforting, and despite the burn in his eyes, he found himself stepping closer... one step, then another... drawn forward by something he couldn’t explain.

By the time he reached the glass window, the light vanished as abruptly as it had appeared.

Zion slowly lowered his arm, blinking away the lingering spots in his vision, and then his breath caught in his throat.

Addison had collapsed on the ICU floor.

And Levi... Levi, who had been pale as death moments ago, now looked flushed and healthy, as if he hadn’t been fighting for his life just hours earlier. He didn’t even look like a patient anymore.

Zion’s blood ran cold and hot at the same time.

Something impossible had just happened.

But his worry for Addison hit him first, hard and immediately. Zion rushed into the ICU without a second thought, his heart pounding as he spotted her crumpled on the floor. He dropped to his knees and gathered her into his arms.

Her body was ice-cold. Limp. Too limp.

”Addie... Addie.” His voice trembled as he shook her gently, panic clawing up his throat. ”Don’t scare me, okay? Wake up... please wake up...”

No matter how he moved her, she hung in his arms like a rag doll, unresponsive. Zion’s panic grew sharper, more frantic with every passing second.

And because of all the noise, the one who wasn’t supposed to wake, the patient, barely clinging to life moments ago, was the one who stirred instead.

Levi’s eyes snapped open the moment he heard Zion calling Addison’s name. His mate’s scent hit him next, familiar and comforting, and instinct kicked in. He forced his heavy eyelids apart, only to find himself staring at the stark white ceiling and feeling the strong rush of oxygen flooding through the tubes beneath his nose.

Confusion flickered across his face, but the second he registered the urgency in Zion’s voice, Levi pushed himself upright, ignoring the fact that he shouldn’t have been able to move at all.

Levi’s gaze finally focused, and what he saw made his breath hitch.

Zion was on the floor, cradling Addison in his arms, his usually composed expression shattered into panic and desperation. He was shaking, frenzied, trying anything to wake her.