Chapter 45 What He Missed
Zion marched down the stairs with purpose, his expression hard and unreadable. Levi followed closely behind, silently observing the sudden shift in his Alpha’s demeanor. Zion moved like a man on a mission—determined, focused, as if clinging to some unspoken resolve.
After a few moments, Levi finally broke the silence. "Alpha Zion, the Royal Convoy has arrived. They’re resting in their suites now. If you wish to speak with them, I can arrange a meeting."
Zion didn’t slow his pace. "No need," he replied curtly, his voice flat and dismissive, leaving no room for discussion.
"Then what about Miss Claire’s condition? Do you wish to check on her? Or should I inform the Royal Convoy of the situation instead?" Levi asked, his tone calm on the surface—but laced with a sharp, mocking edge.
The unspoken message rang loud and clear, ’Isn’t she the mistress you chose over your Luna? Why the sudden silence now? Why aren’t you checking on her and your pup?’
Zion caught the barb instantly, but he said nothing. He inhaled deeply, steadying himself as his wolf, Shura, growled restlessly beneath his skin. The provocation was direct—blatant—and Shura, proud and volatile, wasn’t one to take insults lightly.
It scraped at Zion’s already bruised ego, but he clenched his jaw and restrained the urge to respond.
He couldn’t afford to lose control—not now. Not against Levi.
Because deep down, Zion knew: if there was anyone who had earned the right to sneer at him, it was Levi. He was the one who stayed by Addison’s side through it all.