The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Awakening?

One by one, the doctors flipped through the reports. The deeper they read, the more their brows furrowed. Tension filled the room like a tightening thread. Addison, watching their reactions closely, felt her chest constrict. Her hands curled tightly in her lap, and at last, she couldn’t hold back her growing dread.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice a mix of fear and hope. "Did you find out what caused their fever?"

The doctor who had been documenting everything looked up at Addison, letting out a heavy sigh before shaking his head.

"Unfortunately... no," he said, handing her a copy of the test results before beginning his explanation.

"We ran multiple tests using their blood. There’s no sign of an allergic reaction to anything they ate during dinner, and all other indicators appear normal. Based on everything we found... the conclusion is that the children are experiencing a common cold."

Upon hearing this, both the Alpha King and Queen exhaled in relief, their shoulders visibly relaxing. But Addison didn’t share their sense of ease. Instead, her expression grew more serious, concern tightening her features.

It didn’t add up.

The twins were protected by the Saintess’s divine blessing—an enchantment that shielded them from ordinary illnesses. They had never been sick, not even once since birth. A simple cold shouldn’t be able to affect them at all. Even the Royal Healer, who had recognized the divine protection surrounding them, couldn’t offer a logical explanation.

That contradiction made Addison’s worry deepen. Something was clearly wrong—something beyond what the surface revealed.

Then, like a lightbulb switching on in her mind, something clicked for Addison. She leaned forward slightly, her voice hopeful but cautious."Do you think... my twins might be going through an early awakening? Is it possible they’re starting to awaken their wolves too soon—and their bodies just aren’t ready for it yet?"

The question hung in the air, and for a moment, everyone turned to look at her. It wasn’t far-fetched. Addison herself had awakened her wolf earlier than most, and they remembered the toll it had taken on her body. If the twins had inherited powerful wolves, their young, still-developing bodies might be struggling to handle the sudden surge of energy. It would take time for the vessel—the body—to strengthen enough to fully assimilate with the soul of the wolf.

The doctor paused, his expression thoughtful. "Hmm... it is possible," he said at last. He turned on his heel and moved quickly to check on the twins again, this new possibility suddenly more comforting than the fear of an unknown illness or, worse, something tied to the northern plague.

Hearing this, the Alpha King, Queen, and Addison all let out a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding. The tension in their shoulders eased slightly as the weight of worst-case scenarios lifted—if only just a little.

Meanwhile, in the left wing where the Guest Palace was located, Zion tossed and turned in bed, clearly unsettled. Shura, his wolf, was whining and howling for no apparent reason, adding to his restlessness. A strange unease gnawed at Zion, his chest prickled with a dull ache, and his stomach churned like something inside him was out of sync.

Several times, he kicked off the covers, ready to dash into the forest surrounding the Royal Palace to clear his head. But each time he reached the door, he stopped, teeth clenched in frustration.

She had drugged herself, mimicking the telltale symptoms: flushed skin, dilated pupils, desperate need. On top of that, she had sprayed herself with a pheromone booster to complete the illusion. A genuine heat would cause a she-wolf’s pheromones to flood the air with their scent; it was their body’s instinctual cry for nearby male werewolves to come and claim her.

Now, all she needed was for Zion to believe and fall for it.

Zion wrinkled his nose the moment Claire’s pheromones hit him. Instead of arousing him, the scent turned his stomach. It was overwhelming, cloying, and slick with an unnatural bitterness that made his insides churn. Disgust twisted his features as he instinctively took a step back the moment Claire moved closer.

Claire froze in place, stunned. The open revulsion on Zion’s face struck deeper than she expected. She hadn’t anticipated this, his disgust, his rejection. A pang of hurt flickered in her chest, and though she couldn’t quite name the emotion, she knew her pride had just taken a sharp blow. But she couldn’t retreat.

Not now.

Tears welled in her eyes, whether forced or real, even she wasn’t sure anymore, as she took another tentative step forward. "Zion, I... I really need your help. Please..." she choked out, her voice cracking as she reached toward him with trembling hands.

Zion’s expression only darkened, turning icily venomous. "If you need someone to fuck you, go find another alpha desperate enough to give you the time of day. I’m not your solution," he snapped coldly. "Now leave."

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