The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 104 Misunderstanding

She leaned in slowly, never breaking eye contact. Her tongue flicked out, playful and sensual, as she lowered her head and dragged it across his nipple, teasing him. All the while, her hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, grinding herself against his hard, eager cock.

"Adi..." Zion breathed, but his voice hitched when Addison rolled her hips again, slow, deliberate, devastatingly slow. The friction of her slick wet pussy dragging against his hardened cock made his eyes flutter shut, and a repressed groan tore from his throat.

His hands shot up instinctively, gripping her thighs on either side of him. His fingers sank into her soft flesh, holding her as if anchoring himself to reality, silently urging her to keep going.

But Addison—teasing, knowing that she was utterly in control—caught the raw hunger in his eyes and halted her movements. A seductive smirk curved on her lips as she leaned in slightly, golden eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Baby... do you like it?" she asked, her voice honey-smooth, low, but laced with challenge.

Zion could only stare up at her, undone. His expression, once clouded with lust, softened into something reverent. His smile was breathless, his voice husky with emotion and restraint.

"Yes, sweetheart," he said, his tone sincere and desperate all at once. "You can do anything to me. I’ll give you my leash. Be my master... would that be alright?"

His body was burning—an inferno barely held in check. His breath came in ragged bursts as he bit down on his lower lip, trying to keep himself from bucking his hips up into hers, from flipping her beneath him and taking her right there. The urge to move, to plunge into her and claim what he had missed for so long, was almost unbearable.

Goddess, how he had missed her.

He didn’t just want to make love to her—he wanted to merge with her completely. To embed himself so deeply inside her that their souls would never separate. To drown in her scent, her warmth, her very being.

"What a good dog you are," Addison purred, her voice dripping with amusement and wicked promise. "Should I reward you?"

Zion’s breath caught as her soft fingers wrapped around his aching cock, guiding it to her entrance. She brushed the tip slowly against her folds, teasing him, making him feel like his very soul was unraveling with every agonizing stroke. His cock twitched eagerly, yearning to be inside her, but he didn’t move—not even a little. He simply looked up at her, eyes wide with desperate adoration.

Her long silver hair tumbled over her shoulders, framing her ethereal form. Pale, radiant skin glowed in the moonlight spilling through the window, and soft pink nipples peeked through the strands of her hair like forbidden treasures. She looked divine—too beautiful to be real.

"Should I put it in?" she asked again, her voice light and taunting.

Zion wanted to scream yes—to beg, to plead—but his body was frozen under her spell. All he could do was look down, mesmerized, as her hand stroked him in slow, maddening movements. The slick head of his cock brushed her entrance again and again, the friction is a sweet torture.

"Please..." he croaked, voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper.

But Addison only smirked, a wicked, knowing curve to her lips. She was clearly enjoying herself, watching him tremble on the edge of surrender, seeing just how far he could restrain himself while she held all the power. Zion was trembling with need, but he didn’t touch her. He didn’t force it. He gave her everything—all control, all desire—laid bare and vulnerable beneath her.

And Addison? She reveled in it.

"Then beg me," Addison said, her voice a seductive whisper as her warm palm slid languidly along the length of his cock. At the same time, she rolled her hips forward, rubbing his tip against her slick folds—slow, torturous, and deliberate.

"Hm?" She arched a brow, her own breath growing uneven, hips moving in a slow rhythm as she allowed just the tip of him to press inside—only to pull away again, teasing him with that maddening push and retreat. She was baiting him like a dog with a bone, dangling it just out of reach.

"A-Addison... I want to fucking make love to you," Zion managed, his voice strained and trembling with barely restrained need. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him as his body quivered from the tension building inside him.

His gaze followed the path of Addison’s free hand as it drifted up to her shoulder, then down to her breast. She circled her nipple with slow, deliberate fingers before giving it a gentle pinch that made her let out a soft, sensual moan.

That sound—that moan—was like fire to Zion’s senses. His cock twitched violently, his breath catching as his entire body ignited with unbearable heat. She was torturing him sweetly, pushing him to the brink while refusing to let him fall.

He wanted to drop to his knees. He wanted to kiss the very ground she walked on if it meant she’d stop teasing and let him worship her the way he craved. But she was enjoying this too much—watching him squirm, unravel, and burn from the inside out.

Still, even in his haze of lust and need, Zion’s heart thundered for more than just her body. There was something about this Addison—this bolder, freer version of her—that was intoxicating in a different way. She wasn’t hiding anymore. She wasn’t holding herself back out of fear or caution. She was alive—vibrant, unapologetically in control—and somehow, Zion found himself falling even deeper.

Different or not, this Addison was still his Addison.

And he loved every version of her.

The charged and ambiguous atmosphere and Zion’s rapidly beating heart were abruptly shattered by the loud sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Ahem!"

In an instant, the silhouette of Addison vanished like smoke, and Zion’s eyes flew open. His sharpened senses immediately picked up a presence in the room. His cold, murderous gaze swept across the space until it landed on Levi, standing stiffly by the door with a perfectly blank expression, blinking rapidly as if trying to look innocent.

Levi had originally come to inform his Alpha that all preparations were complete. Zion had been resting for quite some time, and Levi assumed he’d be awake by now. But as he approached the door, he’d heard loud breathing and low groans from inside.

Naturally, he thought Zion was suffering from another nightmare, like so many nights before. Most of Zion’s sleep was haunted by memories of Addison, though Levi never said a word. In his mind, those nightmares were Zion’s rightful punishment for how he had treated his Luna.

But today, Levi felt unusually generous. With their departure to the Royal Capital set for tomorrow morning, he decided not to waste time and chose to enter the Alpha Suite himself. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Using a spare key—and bypassing the double lock he had installed himself—he let himself in quietly. He was just about to approach and wake Zion when he heard something that made him freeze.

"I want to fucking make love to you."

Levi stiffened mid-step, nearly choking on his own saliva. He hadn’t caught the name that came before the line—Zion had gasped it too softly—but what he had heard was more than enough. The words echoed in the room, thick with heat and tension, leaving Levi awkwardly rooted in place, deeply regretting his decision to enter unannounced.

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