Chapter 162 Suppressant
All three of Addison’s fated mates were now fully shifted, Zion’s midnight-black wolf stood dominant, baring his fangs and snapping his jaws at the others, a clear warning to stand down. But Levi and Maxwell weren’t yielding. They ignored the threat, pacing, trying to circle past the guards blocking the path to Addison’s palace.
"Didn’t the Royal Alchemist invent a suppressant?" the Royal Beta continued. "We may need to use it on them, before it’s too late."
The Alpha King stiffened, eyes widening. The mention of the suppressant hit him like a jolt.
"No! That suppressant is still in the testing phase," the Alpha King snapped, his voice laced with both fear and fury. "The Royal Alchemist warned us, the side effects are worse than the symptoms. It may suppress a werewolf’s rut or heat cycle temporarily, but when it returns, it comes back twice as intense. They could go feral... completely mad."
He clenched his fists, his expression tightening with helplessness. Deep down, he knew he was cornered. The choice was brutal, either allow his daughter’s new fated mates to ravage her for days until the heat and rut burned out on their own, or take a risk with the suppressant.
But the thought of all three men descending on Addison in her vulnerable state, when she didn’t even have her wolf yet, made his blood run cold. If their instincts took over, they might destroy her without even realizing it.
It wasn’t just his dislike for Zion that fueled his decision this time, Addison’s safety was truly on the line. Gritting his teeth, the Alpha King mindlinked the Royal Alchemist, who had already sensed the disturbance from his lab. The moment he received the order, the Alchemist rushed to retrieve several vials from his cabinet.
"Your Majesty, since the Princess is also entering her heat, she’ll need a dose as well," the Royal Alchemist reminded him.
The Alpha King growled lowly but gave a tense nod. "Do it. Fast. We can’t hold them back much longer."