Chapter 208: 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.

Zion stayed still for a heartbeat, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. His brows drew tight in frustration, lips pressed into a hard line. He knew Maxwell wasn’t entirely wrong… but it didn’t make the bitter taste in his mouth any easier to swallow.

“Do you think I don’t care about her?” Zion’s voice came out in a low, strained whisper, but the hurt was written plainly across his face. “That I’m only thinking of myself?”

He wasn’t trying to pick a fight, not really. He hadn’t even considered hurting anyone. He was just stirred, deeply, painfully stirred. It was instinctual for him to feel possessive and jealous, especially with their mate in another man’s arms. But that didn’t mean he’d lose control. He knew that harming Levi would ultimately hurt Addison too… and he’d never allow that.

Maxwell’s reminder wasn’t meant to accuse. It wasn’t that he thought Zion couldn’t control himself or his wolf. The truth was, Maxwell was barely holding it together as well. His own wolf was restless, snarling with envy, clawing to claim what it believed was theirs. The reminder wasn’t just for Zion, it was for himself too.

Because once that door opened… once they saw what was happening inside… neither of them could be sure what they might do.

And if one of them snapped, the other needed to be strong enough to pull him back.

When they reached just a few steps outside Addison’s bedchamber, the sound stopped them cold.

Soft moans and breathless gasps spilled through the door. It was Addison’s voice, unmistakably hers. A moment later, Levi’s low, muffled groan followed, thick with restraint and desire.

Maxwell and Zion froze in place, the air around them crackling with tension. A storm brewed inside both men: jealousy, frustration, and heat, rising fast and out of control. Their chests rose and fell violently, fighting the instincts clawing beneath their skin.

Then they heard her again.

“Not enough… I want more…” Addison’s voice was a sultry whisper, heavy with need. The sound made their spines straighten, and made their soles tingle. Their ears twitched, their wolves stirred. The heat pooling in their cores surged, urgent and hungry.

Without a word, both Zion and Maxwell reached for the door and shoved it open.

Inside, Levi turned sluggishly toward the sudden creak of the door, his gaze heavy-lidded and dazed. He looked drunk, intoxicated on Addison’s scent filled with her arousal, as if he was drugged by an aphrodisiac. His control frayed at the edges as the overwhelming urge to take her, claim her, filled every inch of him. The raw tension in the room hit Maxwell and Zion like a punch to the chest.

What Zion and Maxwell saw was Addison on top of Levi, her body bent in a sinful arch, face buried between his thighs while her ass was lifted toward him. A glimmer of Levi’s cum clung to the corner of her lips as she slowly turned her head to look at them, her eyes unfocused and dazed with desire.

Zion and Maxwell stiffened, jaws clenched tight as they stepped fully into the room and quietly closed the door behind them. The moment it shut, the air wrapped around them like smoke, thick, warm, and laced with Addison’s intoxicating scent.

It was overwhelming. The deeper they breathed, the more it seeped into them, igniting their nerves, coiling low in their guts. Zion swayed slightly, a haze creeping into his mind like he was drunk on her.

By the time they registered movement, Addison had already slipped off Levi’s body. The man groaned faintly on the bed, looking dazed, while Addison, like a creature born of desire itself, glided toward Maxwell. Each step was deliberate, and her every move was filled with seduction. Her smile was languid, sultry, as if she knew exactly what she was doing to them.

She stopped right in front of Maxwell, tilting her head up at him with lidded eyes.

“Addison… are you alright?” Maxwell rasped, his voice hoarse with restraint.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached for his collar, standing on her toes to pull him down to her level. The moment their lips met, Maxwell growled low in his chest, his hand flying to the back of her head as he claimed her mouth with bruising need. Heat surged between them, raw and unchecked.

Then her hand slid down, fingers boldly pressing against the bulge in his pants.

Maxwell stilled, breath caught, every muscle locked in place, one heartbeat away from losing control.

“Addison…” Maxwell rasped, his voice thick with restraint as he gently pulled back from the kiss. But she wasn’t done, her lips chased after his, nibbling on his bottom lip while her hand caressed the bulge straining beneath his pants. A tremor ran through Maxwell’s body, his breath hitching as he fought to hold himself together.

Behind them, Levi slid off the bed, his steps slow and uncertain as he approached. “Addie… have you already forgotten about me just because they’re here?” he asked softly, his voice carrying a mix of hurt and desperation. There was something strange in his tone, like he wasn’t fully present.

Zion and Maxwell both narrowed their eyes, exchanging a quick glance.

It wasn’t just Addison; Levi looked off, too. His flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, and the way he swayed slightly… It was as if they were both under some kind of spell. Their movements, their words, it all felt too dreamy, too lust-driven, like their bodies were moving on instinct, not intention.

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