The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288: Chapter 288 Being Proud Of His Own Masterpiece

Even in his exhaustion, he still thought of her first. That simple care warmed Addison’s chest in a way nothing else could.

"Y-Yeah..." Addison managed, her voice hoarse, dry, almost grating, as if every moan and cry had scraped her throat raw.

"Alright, don’t push yourself too hard. Let me wash you up a little and carry you back to bed," Maxwell said, still catching his breath as he reluctantly pulled out of Addison. He glanced down, groaning low in his throat at the sight of his still-hard cock coated with her juices, his eyes darkening with desire all over again. "Ugh..." he bit his lip, fighting the urge to dive right back in.

Instead, he lifted Addison onto the sink, gently spreading her legs apart. Addison let him do as he pleased, her chest rising and falling as she watched him. His gaze dropped between her thighs, fixating on the slow trickle of his thick white cum seeping from her folds.

When his eyes finally rose back to hers, a smug, satisfied grin tugged at his lips—equal parts proud and boyishly mischievous.

Addison couldn’t help but smile helplessly at him. He looked like a boy proud of his masterpiece, grinning as though he’d just won a prize. Yet beneath that boyish expression lingered a deeper, burning desire.

She deliberately avoided his eyes, afraid that if she met them, she’d be pulled right back into the temptation of wanting to mate with this insatiable man again.

This small indulgence would have to be enough—for now. They still had work to do, and letting things spiral further wasn’t an option.

Still, this little indulgence had helped Maxwell more than they realized. It eased the pressure of his rut, keeping it from surging back with full force. If they hadn’t given in, no one could predict when his rut would strike suddenly, and when it did, he wouldn’t just be feral, he’d keep mating with her relentlessly until his body was fully sated.

Worse, the intensity of his rut would spread over to the other two then it would also affect Addison, turning all of them into a desperate, lust-driven mess that might delay their mission for days.

More than that, Addison could feel the energy coursing through her body after mating with Maxwell, as if her strength had been replenished a hundredfold, like she could do anything. The rush of vitality made her pause, and she turned to him with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Are you feeling okay? I think I fed my wolf again... did I siphon too much energy from you, like what happened with Zion and Levi?" Addison asked, studying his face carefully. He wasn’t pale or looking drained. Yes, he was sweating and looked a little tired, but overall he seemed fine—too fine, almost.

Maxwell only shook his head, brushing off her concern. "I feel fine. I even forgot your wolf could do that, honestly. But... was it really your wolf?" he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek to ease her worries.

"Yeah, the Light Fairy just confirmed it earlier."

"Is it awake?" Maxwell asked, raising an eyebrow as he walked over to the bathtub, turning on the faucet to fill it with warm water before shutting off the shower.

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