The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Chapter 192 A Trap

Addison was about to rise from her seat and join her mates when Leon gently pulled her back down beside him. "Leave them be," he said smoothly, leaning closer. "This is simply part of our culture. Please don’t take offense. We Tigrens, are naturally sensual beings, a bit more free-spirited. Your Alpha mates are just too appealing to resist; it’s only natural that the women would want to touch them."

His words, meant to soothe, only stoked the fire raging inside her. Every word sounded like an excuse, weak and dismissive, and it infuriated her. Trying to suppress the burning jealousy in her chest, Addison reached for her cup and began to drink more without thinking. The fruity wine slid down her throat, doing little to calm her flaring emotions.

The more her anger simmered, the bolder the Tigren women became. Their eyes roamed hungrily over Zion and the others, practically undressing them with every lingering glance. Their touches became more suggestive, their gazes filled with desire. Addison’s chest tightened, and before she could stop herself, a low, warning snarl escaped her lips.

But instead of being intimidated, the Tigren women only grew more intrigued. Her reaction thrilled them. They’d never seen a mate bond in action before, never witnessed such raw, instinctual possessiveness, and now, they were excited to see just how far they could push her.

It felt almost intentional, like the women were doing it on purpose. Maybe this was their way of retaliating against her for "stealing" their Chieftain’s attention, punishing her not with direct confrontation, but by targeting her mates instead. And it was working, more than Addison wanted to admit.

Even though she still had mixed feelings about the mate bond, deep down, she knew this wasn’t something she could just run from. This wasn’t a bond she chose, one that could be severed with a decision and endured through a moment of pain. No, this was a fated bond, something sacred, bestowed by the Moon Goddess herself. And that made it different. Unbreakable. Irrevocable. Permanent.

"Stop drinking, Princess Addison," Leon said, reaching to take the silver goblet from her hand. But Addison held onto it tightly and took another long sip, ignoring his attempt. With a sigh, half exasperated, half indulgent, Leon relented and poured her another drink before refilling his own. He raised his cup and clinked it gently against hers, a wide grin tugging at his lips.

But Addison barely spared him a glance. Her eyes were fixed on her mates, tracking every movement they made. Jealousy clouded her thoughts, consuming her focus entirely and blinding her to everything else around her.

As she drank, she noticed a strange, rusty, and fishy aftertaste in the wine, but she dismissed it, too distracted by the storm brewing in her chest. Unbeknownst to her, Leon drank too, his grin widening as he watched her over the rim of his goblet.

Then, the same woman who had tended to Addison earlier returned, but this time, she looked entirely different. Dressed in ceremonial black robes with a veil covering her face, her presence now carried an air of authority. Strange markings adorned her arms and neck, ones Addison hadn’t noticed before. Without a word, the woman stepped into the center of the gathering.

"Everyone," she announced, her voice calm but commanding, "our long-awaited union has already begun. The Chieftain and his mate have exchanged the sacred cup. Now, beneath the open sky and in the presence of our God, the God of War, we shall witness their bonding and pray he blesses this union."

A roar of excitement erupted from the crowd. The Tigren women, however, wore bitter expressions, their faces twisted in scowls. Meanwhile, Addison’s entourage became frozen in stunned disbelief. This was supposed to be a negotiation, yet somehow it had turned into a ceremonial union.

Something wasn’t right, no, something was very wrong.

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