The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 510: Chapter 510 Don’t Rush

He wasn’t in a rush to lose himself completely, not when moments like this, when he had her all to himself, were so rare.

So instead of rushing into reckless mating, Levi chose to drag it out, to taste her slowly, to make her feel every ounce of the tension he had been suppressing, his grip firm above her head as his lips moved against hers with restrained hunger.

”Hng...” A soft moan slipped from Addison’s lips as the gnawing hunger inside her swelled, hot and insistent, as if some invisible aphrodisiac had been poured straight into her veins. Her body no longer felt like her own; every nerve seemed to scream for Levi, for his touch, for the coolness of his skin.

Heat coursed through her, unbearable and restless, like molten magma flowing beneath her flesh. It made her skin burn, itch, and ache all at once, leaving her desperate for relief. And Levi, cool and steady, felt like the only oasis she could cling to.

Instinctively, she tried to press closer, to rub against him, to chase that soothing chill his body gave her.

But Levi didn’t let her.

The moment he noticed her restless movements, he tightened his hold, subtly but firmly restricting her, taking full control instead of letting her move as she pleased. His restraint was deliberate, almost calculated, as if he refused to let her act purely on instinct.

Addison wanted to pout, to protest at being stopped when her body was craving him so badly, but the moment she parted her lips, Levi was already kissing her again.

Hungry.

Deep.

Yet still restrained.

Even in the way he kissed her, she could feel it, that tight leash he kept on himself, as though he were savoring something exquisite placed right in front of him rather than devouring it outright. His lips moved slowly, deliberately, tasting instead of taking, while his hips rolled against hers at an unhurried, teasing pace that sent a sharp, aching frustration pooling low in her stomach.

It wasn’t enough.

Not when her body was burning, not when every slow movement only made the ache worse.

She wanted more — faster, harder, deeper — but Levi gave her no space to voice it, stealing every breath, every sound, every protest with another lingering kiss, as if he fully intended to keep her trapped in that torturous, maddening pace of his choosing.

As if Levi had already read the words she was too overwhelmed to say, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he stayed close, so close that his lips kept brushing against hers with every breath he took, refusing to leave even the slightest space between them.

”Don’t rush, Addie...” he murmured hoarsely, his voice low and intimate, the words ghosting straight into her mouth as he spoke.

His right hand slid slowly down the side of her neck, fingers warm and steady as they cradled her jaw while he continued to kiss her. The touch was firm, possessive even, yet laced with an unmistakable gentleness that made her chest tighten. Every stroke of his thumb, every careful tilt of her face, felt deliberate, as if he wasn’t just indulging in desire, but memorizing her, savoring her.

Addison could feel it clearly.

He wasn’t touching her like a man driven by raw lust alone.

He was touching her like she was something precious.

Like he wanted to treasure every reaction, every shiver, every soft sound she made, to show her, without words, just how deeply he wanted her, not only in body but in heart.

And that realization shook her far more than his hunger ever could.

Her heartbeat stuttered, then raced wildly as the heat inside her surged again, rising higher and higher until it felt suffocating. It was no longer just desire; it was overwhelming, consuming, as if her entire body was slipping closer into heat, every nerve hypersensitive, every brush of his lips and fingers sending tremors down her spine.

The more gentle he was, the more unbearable the heat became.

Her body trembled against him, skin flushed and burning, as if she was on the verge of losing control completely under the slow, intimate way he handled her.

Levi suddenly caught a stronger whiff of her scent.

It hit him head-on.

His pupils dilated instantly, his breath hitching as her pheromones flooded his senses without warning, thick and intoxicating. The sweetness of her scent slammed straight into his instincts, dragging something primal to the surface as desire surged violently through his veins. For a split second, his wolf clawed forward like a maddened beast, restless and possessive, urging him to claim, to mate, to drown in her heat without restraint.

His jaw clenched hard.

No.

He forced himself to hold the line.

Instead of giving in, Levi lowered his head and kissed Addison again, slower this time, deeper but coaxing, as if trying to soothe her rather than devour her. His lips lingered, deliberate and grounding, silently urging her body to calm down instead of spiral further out of control.

Because he knew exactly what would happen if she kept releasing her pheromones like this.

They were in a camp filled with unmated male werewolves.

If her scent spread too far into the air, it wouldn’t just affect him; it would call to every single one of them.

And that would spell trouble.

The memory of the Royal Palace flashed vividly in his mind. The first time Addison had suddenly gone into heat, he, Zion, and Maxwell had all lost control of their wolves, driven nearly feral by her scent alone, their instincts screaming to mate and claim her until reason had nearly snapped completely.

Even now, the recollection made his grip tighten.

Worse still, it hadn’t only affected the unmated wolves back then. Even mated werewolves had been subtly influenced by her pheromones, less intensely, but enough to make the atmosphere dangerously unstable.

And this place was far more volatile.

A small camp with too many unmated males. Too little control.

If her scent fully spread, it could easily ignite chaos, or worse, a full-blown riot driven by instinct rather than reason.

Levi exhaled slowly through his nose, forcing his wolf back down as he continued to kiss her in a steady, coaxing rhythm, one hand cradling her face while the other kept her close, contained, protected. More than anything, he focused on calming her, soothing her heat, dampening her scent, and grounding her body against his.

For now, that was the only thing he could do.

Calm her.

Contain her.

And pray that easing her rising heat would also prevent her pheromones from spreading any further into the air before things spiraled completely out of control.

He also couldn’t ignore how abnormal Addison’s reactions were becoming.

The intensity, the sudden spike in her scent, the way her body trembled and clung to him as if driven purely by instinct, it all felt too familiar. Levi’s expression darkened slightly as a realization surfaced in his mind. The same entity he, Zion, and Maxwell had encountered before... it might be resurfacing again, amplifying her heat and pushing her desire far beyond what was natural.

”Shhh... Addie,” he murmured softly, his voice low and steady as his lips trailed along her jaw, lingering there in slow, deliberate kisses. ”Calm down. Don’t rush... I’ll fulfill what you want, but I want you to feel everything.”