Chapter 208 Confrontation?
They were here to confront someone... most likely the other fated mate, who had slipped away alone with the Princess.
And she had helped them walk right in.
The thought gnawed at her. ’Could werewolves even share a mate?’ From everything she’d heard, especially about Alphas, it seemed impossible. Alphas were possessive to the bone. They’d go to war over their fated mate, and Addison had three. Three. What if this led to bloodshed?
She swallowed hard, guilt and fear twisting inside her. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and now, it was far too late to take it back.
As soon as Zion received the instructions, he took off without hesitation, his steps sharp and impatient. Maxwell followed silently behind, his presence calm but simmering with tension. The moment they reached the second floor, Maxwell suddenly grabbed Zion’s shoulder and shoved him against the wall.
"Don’t lose it the second we walk in," he said, his voice low and edged with warning. His dark eyes were steady, but there was a flicker of something deeper, like he was bracing for chaos.
Zion’s jaw clenched. "Are you fucking serious right now?" he hissed. "She’s my mate too. You think I’d hurt Addison?"
His temper flared instantly, not just because of the accusation, but because he could feel her. The connection is making his core pulsate in heat, and it is making him both horny and needy, wanting some intimacy... But right now, Addison was being intimate with someone else. His hands curled into fists at his sides, struggling to hold onto his thinning patience.
"I’m just saying," Maxwell said firmly, not backing down. "Levi’s her fated mate, too. Whatever’s going on in there, we don’t hurt anyone. No matter what."
Then he turned and continued down the corridor toward Addison’s bedchamber.