Chapter 103 Let Him Be Tortured
There were two reasons for this secrecy. First, the revelation would only worsen their situation, especially now that they were being targeted by forces Greg decided to align himself with. Second, making Claire’s identity public would only embolden her further.
She was already acting like a tyrant under the title of "Alpha Zion’s future Luna," throwing her weight around and causing trouble. If people knew who she truly was, would she try to rule over everyone like she owned the entire pack?
Still, Levi allowed her to run rampant—because this was Zion’s plan. It was his decision to hide Claire’s true identity to hide her in the pack. So if anyone deserved to bear the consequences of that choice, it was Zion. Let him be the one to deal with the chaos and discomfort. Let him suffer the consequences firsthand. In Levi’s mind, this was the best way to teach Zion a much-needed lesson.
It might seem harsh of Levi to treat his own Alpha this way, but in his eyes, Zion had brought it upon himself by bringing such a woman into their pack. And if anyone deserved to endure the consequences of Claire’s actions and be tortured, it was Zion. Zion knew this too—he wasn’t blind to Levi’s subtle jabs or the silent ways he sought retribution on Addison’s behalf.
Zion accepted it without resistance. After all, his own misjudgments and decisions had led to the situation they were in. He knew he had no one else to blame.
More than that, the Alpha King had yet to retrieve his daughter. That, in itself, was a message. By leaving Claire in Zion’s care, the Alpha King was entrusting—or burdening—him with the responsibility. Zion couldn’t simply cast her out. Not unless the Alpha King personally came to reclaim her, or Claire chose to leave on her own.
But having her around was nothing short of torture. Claire was constantly scheming, trying to manipulate her way into his bed. There was one moment Zion would never forget—a moment that nearly shattered his self-control. She had boldly entered his room while he was showering, crept up behind him, and wrapped her arms around him with clear intent.
At that time, Zion had been lost in a memory of Addison, their shared passion still vivid in his mind. The physical response that followed was instinctive. But the second he realized it was Claire behind him, revulsion shot through him like ice in his veins.
He threw her off immediately, his arousal dying just as fast as it came. The thought of another woman touching him—especially someone like Claire—made his skin crawl. From that day on, he doubled the lock on his door.