Chapter 33 Alpha Zion’s POV 2
When she finally cried herself to sleep and collapsed onto the grass, I couldn’t help myself—I went to her, scooped her into my arms, and held her like she was something precious I couldn’t afford to lose.
I brought her back to our marital room, a space heavy with her scent that clung to every corner. My mind went numb, and before I even realized it, I was pinning her to the bed, sinking my teeth into her lips.
One taste, and it was over—I was hooked, consumed by the need to possess her. I wanted her so badly it hurt, but the hatred still burned too deep inside me to ignore. In the end, I tore myself away and locked myself in my office for the rest of the night, wrestling with the chaos inside me.
Morning came, and Princess Claire’s soft coos broke through my torment. She asked me to show her around, and I agreed, desperate for a distraction. It was then I heard that Addison had been tending a beautiful garden while I was away.
Curiosity got the better of me—I wanted to see what kind of life she managed to nurture in my absence. I took Claire with me, but as we stepped outside, I looked up—and there she was, Addison, standing at the window of our marital room, staring down at us.
She looked at me like I had betrayed her, and that only fueled my anger. I could do nothing but scowl and throw out cruel, meaningless words I knew would cut her. But the moment they left my mouth, regret hit me like a punch to the gut.
I couldn’t even meet her eyes after that, yet I forced myself to believe it was justified—because it was easier than facing the truth.
But now, I regret everything. I don’t want to lose her. I can’t lose her. And yet, I can’t find her anywhere. Where did Addison run off to? If she’s hurt, could she have even gotten far?
It wasn’t just about my own inner turmoil—no matter how conflicted I felt, I was still the Alpha of this pack.
I had a duty to fulfill.
When I needed to honor the fallen warriors who had fought alongside me at the frontlines, who had given their lives without even leaving behind an intact body. But what did Addison do? She showed up wearing a glaring red gown, like a slap across my face.