The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: Chapter 164 Flirting

But what caught her more off guard was noticing Maxwell seated directly beside her. A quiet realization struck her: he was here as the representative of the Northern Pack. That could only mean one thing: he was Alpha Damon’s son and had assumed the role of proxy Alpha in Damon’s place since three years ago, while the latter fought on the frontlines against the vampires, alongside Zion.

As far as Addison could recall, during the period when Alpha Damon was away from his own territory, the Northern Pack was plagued with countless problems. The spreading evil energy from the gate of the demon realm had begun to seep into their land, and the growing population of corrupted monsters caused widespread havoc.

Yet, throughout that turbulent time, there was almost no word about Alpha Damon’s son; his presence, actions, or even his name remained a mystery.

Only to now discover that his son was Maxwell came as a shock. Not only did they have different last names, but Alpha Damon had always kept a tight lid on anything concerning his heir. Most only knew he had a son, nothing more. It was only after the previous night that Addison learn from his own mouth that Maxwell had been tracking the traces of the dark witch, which led to her, something that hinted at a deeper, more personal crisis within their family.

Whatever was going on, it was clear Alpha Damon had sent Maxwell to uncover the truth. And judging by the secrecy, the urgency, and the implications of dark magic, it likely involved a curse or something even more dangerous. But what exactly it was, no one yet knew.

Feeling Addison’s gaze on him, Maxwell looked up and met her eyes. His gaze burned with barely restrained desire, though a hint of exhaustion lingered in his expression. The moment their eyes locked, the energy between them shifted, so overwhelming that even the other Alphas in the room could sense the pull of the mate bond.

Zion and Levi, seeing this silent exchange, bit their lips in frustration, suppressing the instinctual growls rising in their throats to avoid disrupting the meeting.

Addison quickly averted her gaze, though her heart was already pounding in her chest. She forced herself to focus, but then Maxwell shifted in his seat, spreading his long, muscular legs.

The subtle movement brought his leg into contact with hers, sending a jolt of heat straight through her body. The spark was undeniable, her skin tingled beneath the fabric of her pants, and a sudden urge to press against him surged within her.

Biting her lip, Addison struggled to stay composed and redirected her attention toward the representative from the South, who had begun reporting on the worsening drought. But her thoughts betrayed her.

She could feel the warmth of Maxwell’s leg radiating into hers like a slow burn, and when he subtly rubbed his leg against hers again, her breath hitched, her heart skipped a beat, and her resolve nearly crumbled.

Without even turning her head, Addison knew that Maxwell’s Beta, Hue, had noticed the exchange between her and Maxwell. Hue averted his eyes, deliberately focusing elsewhere, but subtly shifted his stance to stand closer to Maxwell’s left side, blocking Zion and Levi’s line of sight.

He was clearly trying to prevent either of them from noticing Maxwell’s under-the-table flirting. If they realized what Maxwell was doing, they’d no doubt leap across the table and start a fight right then and there.

But clearly, as the saying goes, you can’t judge a book by its cover. And right now, that book was wrecking her focus as she tried desperately to even out her breathing and school her expression.

"What do you think, Princess Addison?" the Alpha King asked, turning the attention of the entire room to her.

Addison froze. She hadn’t caught a single word of the discussion, thanks to Maxwell’s subtle but relentless teasing under the table. Panic briefly flared in her chest, but she kept her expression composed, masking the turmoil inside.

Just then, she noticed Maxwell casually sliding his notes a little closer to her. Somehow, while shamelessly flirting, he’d still managed to take down neat, coherent points. Addison didn’t know whether to be impressed, annoyed, or both. Was he showing off or genuinely helping her?

She stole a quick glance at the page, took a breath to steady herself, then cleared her throat and prepared to answer, hoping no one noticed the way her fingers were still trembling under the table.

"Indeed, we really can’t rely on the mages to keep using magic to supply water to the South’s crops, it’s not sustainable. Instead, we could dig a deeper well to reach underground water s-sources—" Addison said, though her voice hitched near the end.

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