The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Chapter 130 Mila Is A Poor Soul

For now, all they could do was wait for the lab results. Nurses brought in a basin of cold water and began gently wiping down the children’s foreheads and bodies in an effort to reduce their dangerously high fevers.

Seeing her children like this—so small, so helpless—and no one able to tell what was wrong, Addison felt her heart tighten with unbearable pressure. Her mother stepped closer and wrapped her in a comforting hug, letting Addison lean on her shoulder. Addison’s eyes burned red with unshed tears, but she refused to cry.

If she broke down, who would her sons lean on? Who would be their strength?

She had to stay strong for them and for herself.

Wiping her eyes, Addison approached the table where the list of ingredients from the kitchen had been laid out. She carefully scanned the items, trying to jog her memory, replaying every moment of dinner in her mind. Had the twins eaten something unusual? Was there anything missing from the list?

She glanced at her mother. "Mother... when I was a child, did I have any allergies? Any medical issues? Maybe my sons inherited something from me," she asked softly, holding onto any thread that might help the doctors find answers.

Her mother thought for a moment, then gently shook her head. "No... You were as tough as a horse, Addie. Always running around the palace gardens like a little whirlwind. I still remember how you used to dress up as a boy just so you could sneak out easier—you said it was more comfortable to move in pants than skirts. You’d tie your hair into a bun and tuck it under your cap before vanishing. And when you started getting recognized too often, you roped Elric into using magic to change your hair and eye color."

She chuckled faintly at the memory. "No one could tell you apart from the regular street werewolves after that. That’s how you got away with so much—joining the Border Patrol Team, sneaking into patrol drills. You were unstoppable."

Addison couldn’t help but notice how much her children reminded her of the way her mother had described her as a child—energetic, spirited, always on the move. That thought led her to wonder if she might’ve unknowingly passed on some hidden health issue to them. But when her mother shook her head, saying Addison had been strong and healthy as a child, it left her with no further leads.

Feeling a sense of helplessness settle in, Addison went quiet. She didn’t want to distract the doctors with endless questions and risk interrupting their focus. She stood still, watching anxiously until her father leaned in and whispered beside her.

"You know what your twins inherited from you?"

His serious tone made Addison tense. Maybe he remembered something? She bit her lip nervously and looked up at him.

"They inherited being chatterboxes," the Alpha King said with a small grin, trying to lighten the mood.

Addison let out a breath of laughter, the tension in her chest easing just a little. He was right—worrying wouldn’t solve anything now. The doctors were doing all they could, and all they could do was wait and be there for the boys.

Just then, the Royal Healer arrived. He moved quietly, sitting on the edge of Aiden’s bed and placing a hand gently on the boy’s forehead. A soft glow surrounded his palm as he used his healing ability to help reduce Aiden’s fever, bringing it down to a safer 38 degrees.

When he finished, he moved to Kyle and did the same. Although the doctors had already administered fever-reducing medicine, the boys were so young that only a small dose could be given. Everyone remained concerned, and so the healer’s gentle intervention was their best hope of keeping the twins’ temperatures down, avoiding the dangerous risk of brain damage from such high fevers.

It didn’t feel like fate anymore. It felt like torment.

Her mother hadn’t been treated like a partner—she had been treated like an enemy. An obstacle he was determined to punish for existing.

Over time, her mother’s body weakened, slowly withering under the relentless emotional and spiritual damage. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, the illegitimate children started appearing. One after another. Proof of her father’s infidelity, paraded without shame.

And once it became clear that Mila’s mother didn’t have much time left—that the mate bond was killing her—they turned their attention to Mila.

She was the only legitimate heir. The only acknowledged daughter of the Alpha King’s brother.

Which made her a target. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

All of them—her father’s other children, their ambitious mothers, the schemers lurking in the shadows—they had their eyes on her now. Not out of love. Not out of respect. But because she was the last piece of the puzzle. The one with value. The one they wanted to claim, control, or destroy.

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