Chapter 167: Chapter 167 A Mother

Something inside him snapped. He was being pulled toward her helplessly, instinctively. His body reacted instantly, shamefully honest in its need. He’d been hard all day, cock like steel, the pressure in his lower abdomen nearly unbearable. No amount of restraint or shifting could dull it.

And now, with her in his arms, within reach…

All those careful words dissolved into nothing.

Addison wrapped her legs around his waist, her body slowly, dangerously, responding to him, just like those nights. That one unforgettable night, they first mated. ’Fuck.’ The memory alone nearly shattered his control.

Zion felt Shura surge beneath the surface, his wolf roaring, demanding to mark her, to claim her all over again. Right here. Right now.

It took everything, everything, he had not to give in.

Zion broke the kiss, and both he and Addison were breathless as they tried to steady themselves. He leaned into her, pressing her back against the door while his hands firmly cradled her hips, supporting her as she straddled him. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding against her, possessively marking her with his scent, as if wanting the world to know she belonged to him. Only when he was satisfied that her skin carried his scent did he finally pause.

Lowering his head to her neck, the place where his mark once sat, bold and prominent, Zion hesitated. Now, that space was empty, and the sight of it stirred a quiet ache in his chest. But he couldn’t blame anyone. The loss of that mark was his doing, and he had no one but himself to hold accountable.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply. That familiar blend of milky vanilla and the faintest trace of cinnamon grounded him in reality. She was truly here, warm, alive, and in his arms again. A slow, sensual lick traced across the soft skin of her neck, leaving a warm, wet trail that made Addison tremble and let out a low, breathy whimper.

The sound sent a thrill down his spine. Unable to resist, his fangs slid out instinctively, grazing her skin, teasing, not biting. The intimate contact left both of them trembling with barely restrained desire.

Zion wasn’t just craving the return of his mark on her neck; he wanted more. He longed to bury himself so deeply within her that she would never forget the feel of him. The thought alone made his breathing grow heavier, hotter, like he needed to inhale her very essence just to stay grounded.

His hands moved with purpose, slipping beneath the form-fitting fabric of her official uniform. Slowly, he traced the curve of her torso until his palm reached the swell of her breast. The moment his fingers brushed her nipple, a tremble ran through him. Unable to resist, he gave it a teasing pinch.

Addison gasped sharply, arching her back against the door. Her head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure rippled through her. The sensation was electric, euphoric, intoxicating, and far too addictive. Zion continued to play with her sensitive peak, flicking and rolling it gently between his fingers, while his fangs teased the vulnerable skin of her neck.

A needy pulse clenched deep in Addison’s core. She bit down on her lower lip, desperately trying to contain the burning heat that was quickly consuming her thoughts, her breath, her very reason.

’Oh Goddess, I want to be fucked!’

The raw, desperate thought flickered through Addison’s mind like lightning, and it jolted her back to reality. The moment it registered, her eyes widened in disbelief. Had that truly come from her? It felt primal, like she’s been starved for a man, and it was like something her wolf might say when in heat. But her wolf was sealed. That meant the thought hadn’t come from anyone else.

It was hers.

The realization hit her like a cold slap. Panic surged through her veins as she snapped out of her haze. She shoved at Zion’s chest, trying to push him away—but he was immovable, like a wall of heat and muscle.

Her breath hitched as she glanced down. Her uniform was already disheveled, barely hanging onto decency. Just a little more, and her breast would’ve been fully exposed to him. That alone sent a fresh wave of embarrassment and alarm through her.

“Fuck, baby… your breasts have gotten rounder, fuller,” Zion murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. “They used to fit perfectly in my hand, but now… they’re bigger.”

His words tickled against her skin as he licked along her jawline, slowly traveling up to her earlobe. Then he caught it between his teeth, nibbling in the way he knew made her knees go weak. Addison felt herself melting. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she knew, if Zion weren’t holding her up, she’d already be on the floor.

He remembered.

Every sensitive spot, every weakness that made her body betray her, he remembered them all. As if no time had passed. As if her body were still his.

Zion wasn’t just reacting, he was coaxing. The moment he felt her resistance, he didn’t back off. Instead, he used what he knew, played her body like an instrument he’d never forgotten how to tune, coaxing, seducing, because he knew Addison’s body couldn’t lie, even when her mind screamed no.

But his words, his comment, landed like a splash of cold water.

Yes, her breasts had grown. He noticed. Of course he did.

But did he know why?

She did. And the truth sank into her chest like a stone.

They were fuller because she’d become a mother.

And that word, mother, kept echoing in her mind like a relentless reminder.

The more time she spent with Zion, the more dangerous it became. He was sharp, observant, and emotionally attuned to her in ways that scared her. It wouldn’t be long before he picked up on the subtle hints, piecing together the truth that he’d been a father all along. To two children.

And that terrified her.

Addison knew a secret like this couldn’t be hidden forever, but she had always hoped that when it came to light, it would be on her terms, not by accident. Not like this.

To make things worse, she couldn’t shake the bitter reality of the past. Zion had made so many foolish choices, let himself be manipulated for years, and she would be naive to believe that Claire hadn’t found her way into the heart of the Midnight River Pack during her absence. Claire was everything Addison wasn’t, at least in their eyes.

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