The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Chapter 291 Agitation

Maxwell only shrugged when he caught Zion’s accusing gaze, heavy with killing intent and hostility. He could already feel Zion’s wolf bristling, fury coiling thick in the air around them.

Yet Maxwell remained unfazed. They were both Alphas—possessive, domineering, and fiercely territorial. Sharing a mate went against everything their instincts dictated. Their minds might understand what was important and what they needed to do, but their primal nature would never easily adapt to such an arrangement, one that defied the very beliefs, practices, and instincts of their kind.

Even so, Maxwell knew he had done nothing wrong. Being physically intimate with their mate wasn’t a betrayal; it was a natural urge, a need, a craving deeply ingrained in every werewolf with a fated mate. That truth applied not only to him, but to Addison as well.

Seeing both Zion and Levi lingering outside Addison’s door could only mean one thing: they, too, were restless, their rut was beginning to stir, and leaving them on edge. Fortunately, Maxwell and Addison had mated in the bathroom, where the sound of running water helped mask Addison’s loud moans.

If Zion had heard her, he might have lost control, barged into the room, and dragged Maxwell into a fight on the spot.

After all, Shura could easily lose its temper when provoked, and its reasoning could easily be clouded by fury. It wasn’t far-fetched to think Zion might have gone barreling in, determined to claim Addison for himself.

"You..." Zion growled through clenched teeth, hostility lacing his voice. His eyes burned a glowing gold as Shura peered through, agitation rolling off him in waves. The rut had begun gnawing at them, and simple release was no longer enough to ease the ache.

While Zion and Shura struggled against their own unfulfilled need, Maxwell was indulging freely—savoring time with their mate.

To Shura, it was intolerable, unfair. It felt as though Maxwell was trespassing into its territory—territory that belonged to Zion and Shura alone. And that territory was Addison.

Addison let out a heavy sigh. She couldn’t truly fault Zion and Shura, not really. It was natural for males, especially those of Alpha bloodlines, to grow agitated and fiercely territorial during rut. When a male entered rut, his female often followed, or vice versa. In that state, the female’s body would emit an intoxicating scent capable of luring and enticing every unmated wolf nearby, which would trigger a male’s territorial instinct that would lead to them being agitated when another male was near their mates.

That was why things were far messier for her. Her mates weren’t just restless from the rut; they were having internal struggles as they clashed head-on. All Addison could do was try to be patient and understanding.

But the timing couldn’t have been worse. It was already past ten in the morning, the sun blazing high in the sky. Farmers were working hard in the fields, and mages were straining to maintain the barrier. They didn’t have the luxury of retreating back to her room to continue.

But if she spoke now, it might only come across as her acting indifferent, as if she were dismissing their feelings, worse, it might look as though she had already sated her own desires, so she didn’t care to leave them to suffer through the rut and their unmet needs. Yet if she stayed silent, the two might snap and start a bloodbath right in front of her.

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