The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303: Chapter 303 Quick Thinking

As always, Lance made sure to stick close to her, as if trying to remind her of his presence. To the three others, however, it felt no different from a fly buzzing persistently around their mate—annoying and intrusive.

The two Alphas, in particular, had to work hard to hold their tempers. Normally, either one of them would have already exploded, but knowing how pressed for time Addison was and how focused she needed to be on planning their next move, they swallowed their irritation.

Even they were surprised at how much restraint they could show for her sake. In truth, if this had been before, they would have already caused havoc, especially with Lance so openly testing their patience and making his disdain toward them clear while shamelessly clinging where he didn’t belong.

Even the most "docile" of them, Levi, was already growing irritated with Lance’s persistence in sticking so close to Addison. But like the others, he held himself back. After all, they had tagged along on this mission only to support Addison, not to add to her burdens.

This assignment was originally meant for Addison and Lance alone, their presence was never part of the plan, so the least they could do was be useful rather than troublesome. Still, it was impossible to completely suppress their wolves, who growled and paced restlessly inside them.

In the end, they had no choice but to shift back into human form, hastily pulling on clothes while Addison busied herself discussing matters with the farmer group’s section leaders. They forced their wolves to the back of their minds, knowing full well that if Shura and the others surfaced, they would leap at Lance without hesitation, and that would only create the kind of chaos Addison didn’t need right now.

Maxwell and Zion clenched their fists tightly, silently reminding themselves over and over to stay calm. But Lance’s behavior only stoked their tempers.

And the truth was, the moment Lance drew close to Addison, he had caught Maxwell’s musky scent on her. It clung so strongly that no matter how much he tried to ignore it or convince himself otherwise, he couldn’t deny what it meant.

That Addison and Maxwell had mated. The intimate scent was so overwhelming, so undeniable, that it left Lance shaken to his core. In truth, it made him restless, unable to feel at ease leaving Addison alone with her mates.

He feared that the moment he did, they would fall into each other’s embrace again and give in to the raw instincts of wolves with fated mates. That intrusive, selfish fear consumed him until he could think of nothing else.

He wanted to stay close and keep an eye on Addison, so close that no one else could have her, and so he did.

Lance wasn’t blind, nor was he insensitive; he could feel the crushing aura radiating from Zion and Maxwell, hear the low, restrained growls they released whenever he drew too close to Addison.

But he had already thrown caution to the wind. He didn’t care if they tore him apart; he knew Addison would never allow her mates to lay a hand on him, and he gambled everything on that.

It was reckless, audacious, even unbecoming of him, yet he couldn’t stop. Maybe it was possessiveness, maybe it was already slipping into obsession—but every time he thought of Addison leaving him again, vanishing from his life as she had before, it felt like his gut was being ripped open.

He simply couldn’t let her go.

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