The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

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.

Addison followed him with her eyes, still perched on the sink. Her breathing was uneven, her legs trembling slightly, though she didn't feel nearly as drained as before. Maxwell, too, was catching his breath, a faint weariness clinging to him, but the satisfaction on his face made it clear he didn't mind.

"It only woke up for a moment before going back to sleep," Addison admitted honestly.

"That's fine. What matters is it helped you get through this point. At least now we know a little more about your wolf. Still…" Maxwell's tone grew firm as he arranged the shampoo and other essentials her attendants had prepared, "…it's better we keep this between the four of us until we understand if it's really siphoning vitality—and why."

"I think so too," Addison agreed, tilting her head as she watched him fuss over her things with surprising care. "But the Light Fairy said my wolf wouldn't hurt my mates. So maybe… it only draws strength from you all because you're my mates?" Her voice carried both curiosity and quiet amusement, especially seeing Maxwell so meticulous in laying everything out for her.

When Addison finished speaking, Maxwell froze mid-movement, then slowly turned to face her. "Do you think this might be your wolf's way of recovering? It's been sealed inside you for years, cut off from you all that time. That must have weakened it."

"Maybe… that's why you were given three fated mates—us—to help you through this, to give you more protectors. Perhaps the Moon Goddess foresaw all of this and prepared us to support you in every way we could."

His voice carried a thoughtful weight, as if he was finally piecing together fragments of a puzzle he'd been turning over in his mind for some time. Though he had wrestled with the thought in silence, this was the first time he voiced it to Addison.

For Maxwell, admitting such things wasn't easy, an Alpha male wasn't meant to share his woman, let alone speak openly about it. But now, with the truth of Addison's wolf and her condition laid bare, it all felt connected. After all, the Moon Goddess never made mistakes, nor did she bestow gifts or weave fates without purpose.

"Maybe…" Addison replied softly, her own thoughts wandering in the same direction. The surest way to know the truth was to ask her wolf. After all, wolves were closest to the Moon Goddess, bound to her will and attuned to her designs for each person's fate.

If anyone held answers—why she had three fated mates, what was happening to her wolf, and why it acted this way—it would be her wolf.

But if her wolf didn't know, then perhaps the Light Fairy would. And if even that failed, Addison knew she would have to keep searching elsewhere until she uncovered the truth.

After chatting a little longer, Maxwell finished preparing the bath. He returned to Addison, gently pulling her into his arms. For a moment, his gaze lingered on her thigh, as though lost in thought, before he gave a quiet sigh and let the thought go.

Without another word, he carried her to the bathtub and stepped inside with her, settling her carefully on his lap.

He had grown used to bathing her this way, and Addison, still dazed from their earlier mating, didn't even feel embarrassed. She didn't notice how suggestive their position might look—tempting in one sense, yet deeply comforting in another.

Maxwell reached for the sponge, soaking it in the warm water before gently pressing it against Addison's skin, letting the heat seep into her. He repeated the motion a few times, patiently wetting her body until he was satisfied she was ready to be washed with soap. The way he handled her was so careful, almost as if he were tending to a fragile child with delicate skin.

When Addison finally gathered her thoughts and noticed how meticulous he was being, she nearly burst out laughing.