The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 13 Call My Name

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WARNING!!!

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

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This hot-and-cold whirlwind Zion trapped her in was making her feel like she was going mad. Her heart couldn’t keep up with his contradictions, and her head spun just trying to piece together what he truly wanted from her.

And truthfully... this was the first time since he returned that he really looked at her. That he stayed. That he touched her not out of anger, but out of something deeper, something raw and consuming.

She didn’t know what to make of it.

But part of her—despite everything—ached to believe that this moment, no matter how confusing, was real.

But it felt like they had skipped several steps—bypassing every chance to talk, to understand each other—and went straight to mating after a heated argument. It was all too intense, too sudden. The kind of overwhelming passion and pull they had... it was something usually only seen between fated mates, where instincts often took over reason.

And that only made it harder for Addison to make sense of everything.

The more she tried to understand, the more tangled it all became.

Then, Addison felt Zion begin to move again—his hips rolling with a slow, lazy rhythm as he pushed himself up from the bed. Her breath caught as she realized he wasn’t done with her yet. He was still buried deep inside her, and despite everything, he remained hard, his desire for her undiminished.

Before she could react, Zion shifted her body, parting her legs and positioning her to face him. He lifted her left leg over his shoulder, stretching her open and giving himself deeper access. His gaze locked onto hers—intense, unreadable—before he leaned in closer and began to move again, this time slower, deliberate.

He teased her with each slow thrust, drawing back until only the tip of him remained before sliding all the way in, deep and unhurried. The sensation made Addison shiver uncontrollably, her toes curling with the overwhelming mix of pleasure and anticipation. His pace was maddening, as though he wanted to savor every second, to make her feel every inch of him.

"Z-Zion, we... we just..." Addison tried to speak, but her voice trembled with every slow, deliberate thrust of his hips. Her body shuddered, warmth pooling between her thighs, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. But even her soft, broken whimper made something primal stir in Zion.

With a sudden, powerful thrust, he drove deep into her, stealing the breath from her lungs. Addison arched back, clutching at the sheets as a gasp tore from her lips. "Zion!"

Her voice—soft, desperate, full of longing—made his eyes flicker gold. A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest as he repeated the same deep thrust, hungry to hear her say his name again.

But this time, Addison couldn’t hold back. A breathy, uncontrollable moan escaped her lips, her head falling back. Zion growled again, his control slipping as he slammed into her once more, harder, deeper—until her cry filled the room.

"Zion!"

Over and over, Zion kept moving, his rhythm relentless yet intentional. He placed both hands firmly on either side of Addison’s waist, anchoring her beneath him. His eyes never left her face, watching every flicker of expression—every bite of her lip, every flutter of her lashes—as if memorizing her in this moment.

When Addison’s eyes finally met his, Zion locked onto her with a gaze so intense it made her breath hitch. But the moment she tried to look away, his hand came up to gently but firmly hold her chin, guiding her back to him.

"Look at me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see your eyes when you scream my name."

Addison, her mind blank and body overwhelmed by pleasure, instinctively obeyed. She called out Zion’s name again and again, her voice breathless and trembling. Each time his name left her lips, Zion’s thrusts grew more intense, driven by a fervor that made her lose all sense of restraint.

The pleasure consumed her, dissolving the last fragments of resistance within her. All the fight she had clung to melted away into nothing but need—pure, undeniable need. She surrendered to the sensation of mating, something she had never experienced before. And now, under the full force of the mate bond’s pull, it was impossible to deny. Fighting it would only hurt more—more than all the pain she’d endured in the past.

Zion didn’t stop until his second climax crashed through him."F–fuck, I’m cumming," he snarled, his sweat dripping onto Addison’s flushed skin.

Addison was already on the edge, and the overwhelming wave of euphoria pulled her under once more. She didn’t even know how many times she had cum, or how many times Zion had drawn it out of her—her voice hoarse from screaming his name like a mantra.

But even after spilling himself deep inside her a second time, Zion didn’t stop. He couldn’t. It was as if something inside him had snapped—like a dam had broken loose. His hunger was insatiable, primal. Whether it was his wolf, Shura, or his own desire, he couldn’t tell anymore. The only thing he knew was this: he needed to keep claiming her, again and again, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

And she didn’t. Addison passed out from exhaustion, her body limp beneath him. It wasn’t even the first time—it had happened earlier, mid-mating—but Zion, desperate and crazed with need, had bitten the side of her breast just hard enough to wake her. And when her eyes fluttered open from the sharp sting, he dove right back in, fucking her without mercy until the first light of dawn crept through the windows.

When Addison became completely unresponsive—too drained to even whimper—Zion finally stilled. With a low breath, he scooped her up from the bed, her body limp and boneless in his arms. The sheets beneath them were soaked—slick with sweat, cum, and the remnants of their wild, consuming union.

He carried her with care, cradling her close to his chest as he stepped into the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he held her as he reached out to run the bath, the sound of rushing water filling the space. Steam slowly curled in the air while Zion’s fingers gently traced the contours of her flushed, exhausted face.

Addison’s uneven breathing drew a smirk from his lips.’Now you know your place,’ he murmured low, brushing damp hair from her face. ’Stay by my side... just like this.’

But in that moment, a flicker of something deeper—an emotion he couldn’t name—flicked in his eyes. He didn’t even notice it, too caught up in what he believed she should do now that he’d claimed her... too distracted to realize he was already hoping she would choose to stay, not just obey.

"Send someone to the fourth floor to fix the door and clean up my room."Zion’s command echoed through the mindlink, his tone sharp and unreadable as it reached his Beta.

Beta Greg, who had been on his way to oversee morning training, halted mid-step. A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips—one that bordered on sinister. He didn’t need to ask what had happened. He could guess.

Without delay, he relayed the order through the mindlink to an omega on morning duty, one who was tasked with cleaning the Alpha’s quarters and the entire fourth floor every day.

"The Alpha needs his room cleaned and the door repaired. Move quickly and attend to him," Greg said, his voice laced with anticipation.