Chapter 32 Alpha Zion’s POV
Alpha Zion’s POV
But then again, as much as I hate her with every fiber of my being, I also find myself longing for her—and it’s that contradiction that drives me mad. Being around her feels unbearable, like she’s subtly manipulating my every thought, and I’m powerless to stop it.
My mother hates her too.
She despises the fact that her fated mate died for someone she sees as useless and insignificant, making his sacrifice feel meaningless. Nothing about Addison brings her comfort.
She nearly followed my father into the afterlife, consumed by grief. For days, she wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t speak—she just wept, clutching the letters he left behind like lifelines to a world that no longer existed.
I couldn’t take it anymore—it felt like pure torture. To make things worse, the other packs started distancing themselves from us. Those fucking cowards only know how to cling to us during the good times and trample us the moment things go south.
Rage boiled in my chest, but I couldn’t lose my composure. I’m the rightful Alpha now, and I have a duty to uphold. Even when I felt like shit, I still had to oversee preparations for the marking ceremony and Addison’s Luna inauguration.
But what am I supposed to do?
Being near her is a constant reminder of everything I’ve lost—of all the pain and pressure I carry. Maybe it’s not her fault... or maybe it is. I don’t know. I have no proof either way, and that’s what makes it worse.