The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 12 The Hot And Cold Alpha

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WARNING!!!

A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this Chapter!!!

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Zion didn’t stop.

He kept thrusting into Addison from behind, relentless and commanding, never changing their position. One hand wrapped firmly around her neck, tilting her chin upward so she was forced to stare at the ceiling, while the other cupped her breast—his fingers digging into her soft skin, leaving behind possessive marks that bloomed like bruised petals across her flesh.

His movements were rough, almost punishing, every snap of his hips fueled by frustration, need, and something deeper—something raw and wordless. Addison’s cries of pleasure echoed through the room, hoarse and breathless, but Zion no longer begged her to stay. He let his body speak instead, each thrust an unspoken vow, a claim.

His ragged breaths burned against her shoulder, chest pressed against her back as he drove into her with such fervor she felt like she was splintering apart under the pleasure. Her legs trembled, her body barely able to keep up with the force of his rhythm.

Zion’s mouth roamed across her skin, leaving hickeys—marking her neck, her shoulders, the side of her throat. Evidence. Proof. No one would doubt what happened between them, not after tonight.

"Ugh... ha... ha–hah," Zion growled near her ear, voice deep and ragged with exertion.

And then she felt it—his cock swelling, thickening, the crown locking inside her like an anchor. Her breath hitched as he pushed impossibly deeper, until he was nudging the entrance of her womb.

Addison’s entire body convulsed, a sharp cry tearing from her lips. Heat flooded her core, and she gasped as her release spilled over, trickling down to where they were still joined—Zion’s knot holding them in place.

She didn’t even know if she was crying, cumming, or both—but one thing was certain: she’d never forget this moment.

"You came, huh?" Zion murmured with a low, guttural growl against Addison’s ear, his warm breath fanning over her damp hair, sending a shiver down her spine. Her body was still trembling from her climax, breath ragged and chest heaving, when she felt a sudden tightness—Zion’s cock swelling, locking deep inside her.

His arms wrapped around her waist, possessive and unyielding. One arm curled firmly beneath her breasts, the other braced against her shoulder, holding her perfectly still. A flicker of realization sparked in Addison’s dazed mind.

’Shit... is he knotting inside me?’

Her eyes widened, pulse racing, not just from surprise—but from the raw, primal intimacy of it all.

A sudden flash of panic shot through Addison’s veins like ice, making her blood run cold. Her breath hitched as the realization struck—Zion was knotting inside her.

If he spilled his seed now, deep inside her womb, there was almost no doubt—she would get pregnant. The certainty of it slammed into her like a wave, nearly suffocating.

Her instincts kicked in. She began to push against Zion’s arms, trying to pry herself free.

But he held her tighter.

"Shhh... don’t move," Zion murmured, his voice low and steady by her ear, "You might hurt yourself."

Addison froze, her panic clashing with the heat still radiating between them. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, the knot growing thicker, stretching her. The pressure built until it was unbearable—and then—

Her body trembled violently, a second orgasm crashing through her like lightning. She gasped, back arching, head falling against Zion’s chest as her limbs quivered helplessly. Her eyes fluttered before rolling back, the pleasure too much to contain.

Zion let out a growl of satisfaction, his arms wrapped around her like steel bands. "Cumming again, huh?" he whispered against her skin, voice thick with heat and possessiveness. "Then let’s cum together."

And with those words, he bit down—right on the mark he’d left on her neck, the place where his Alpha mark, his claim, burned hot against her skin.

A whimper escaped her lips, pain and pleasure entwining so tightly she could no longer tell them apart.

She was his—and in that moment, there was no escaping it.

And with that, they came together—an eruption of raw, overwhelming sensation.

The combination of Zion’s knot swelling inside her and the sharp bite to her sensitive neck—right on the Alpha mark—sent Addison spiraling. Her entire body arched as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her.

It was nothing like anything she’d felt before. The pleasure was blinding—surging through her like sparks of electricity dancing across every nerve ending, leaving her trembling and breathless.

Every sensation she’d experienced earlier paled in comparison to this. Her climax was pushed to new heights—so intense it felt like her soul was being pulled apart and stitched back together by sheer pleasure.

Her body became hypersensitive, and she couldn’t even cry out properly—just ragged gasps and whimpers as her release rocked her to the core.

Then she felt it—Zion’s hot seed spilling deep inside her, the fullness, the heat, the primal finality of it. Her inner walls clenched involuntarily around him, drawing him deeper, sealing their connection.

This climax wasn’t just physical—it was spiritual. Earth-shattering. Consuming.

"Ugh..." Zion groaned, his voice thick and hoarse with release.

"Ah..." Addison whimpered, barely able to breathe.

Their bodies remained locked together, trembling, drained, and completely undone in each other’s arms.

Another guttural grunt escaped Zion as he and Addison collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks of their shared release, hearts racing in perfect sync.

Addison lay beneath him, completely spent, her limbs weak and her senses dulled, teetering on the edge of consciousness. Zion wasn’t faring much better—his breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles twitching as waves of lingering pleasure continued to ripple through him, from his scalp to the tips of his toes.

They didn’t move for a while, their bodies locked in place as they tried to catch their breath. Zion was still buried deep inside her, his knot slowly beginning to shrink, though he could still feel his release pulsing out of him in warm, lazy spurts.

Addison’s body remained warm and pliant under him, and he instinctively curled his arms around her, holding her close.

This is what it means to mate.

In the world of werewolves, a male rarely knots inside his partner unless he consciously intends to claim her fully—not just as a mate, but as the mother of his future pup. Typically, when a male is not ready for fatherhood, the mating remains normal—intimate but restrained. Even if he spills his seed, the chances of pregnancy remain low, barely one percent.

But knotting?

Knotting was intentional. It was primal. Binding. A declaration not just of love, but of readiness.

And Zion... Zion had made his choice.

Whether Addison realized it or not—his body had spoken.

He was ready to be a father.

As Addison slowly gathered her strength beneath Zion, her mind buzzed with a flurry of conflicting thoughts. She couldn’t make sense of him—of this. Just when she thought she had him figured out, he would switch on her again.

One moment, he looked at her with pure hatred, coming back only to taunt her, to push her to her limits, as if he took pleasure in breaking her down and watching her beg for mercy.

Then the next, he touched her like she was the most precious thing in the world—like a man drowning in love and longing, desperate to hold onto his mate.

She didn’t understand it.