Only then did Addison notice something she had missed before: Zion had laid a blanket beneath her while she was sleeping. Seeing it still spread out, waiting for her made her chest tighten with a quiet warmth.
"Sit here," Zion said softly, guiding her down onto the blanket. She obeyed without protest, and his lips curved into a contented smile as he opened the bundle and set the food neatly in front of her.
But before she could touch it, Zion reached into his magic bag, pulled out a towel, and dampened it with water. With gentle care, he took Addison’s hands in his and wiped them clean one at a time.
Addison watched Zion wipe her hands with meticulous care and felt a small, amused urge to chuckle. He was treating her the way she treated their children. The thought of their two little ones made her heart lurch; suddenly, she was nervous.
She still hadn’t told him about the twins; the fact that he was already a father was his right to know.
Her lips trembled as she met his gaze.
Was now the right time?
Guilt flared in her chest for keeping such a crucial secret, but fear tightened her chest more. Zion’s past failures had left her unable to trust completely; she wasn’t hiding the truth to punish him, but because she worried he might not be able to protect the twins the way she needed.
With danger closing in on them and they having no clear idea who their enemies were, or what they wanted, Addison could only think of one thing: first, she had to find out how far Zion would go to keep their children safe.
Addison pressed her lips together, willing her racing heart to calm. But with their closeness and his keen werewolf senses, Zion could hear every rapid beat. He mistook it for nervousness, even shyness, and a faint smirk curved his lips as he listened to the frantic rhythm gradually steadying.
"You can start eating now, or would you rather I feed you? Hmm?" Zion teased, nudging the banana leaf closer.
Addison didn’t reply. Her cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head, choosing to eat in silence. The guilt weighed on her, leaving her unsure of how to face him.
Then Zion spoke again, almost casually. "I saw Greg..."
The moment that name left his lips, Addison froze. Her body trembled as flashes of the memories in the dungeon resurfaced in her mind. Her breath hitched, her heart seemed to stop, and a suffocating dread seized her chest.
Just hearing that man’s name was enough to reignite Addison’s trauma. She could still remember how close she had come to death at his hands, back then, with her children already in her womb.
Zion, watching her closely, immediately noticed the way her entire body stiffened. He regretted bringing up Greg, but he also knew she needed to hear what he had seen; it was too important to hide.
Without hesitation, he drew her into his lap, holding her gently yet firmly. The moment he scooped her up, he felt the faint tremors running through her body, how rigid she was, as though she had even forgotten how to breathe.
"Addie, breathe," he murmured, his voice low but steady. "Don’t worry, I’m here. I failed to protect you before, but I won’t let him touch you again. Not this time. He’ll have to go through my dead body first."
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