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WARNING!!!
A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this chapter!!!
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Addison's eyes filled with fresh tears at his cruel words. But despite the fear clawing at her chest, she held firm.
"Yes, Alpha Zion," she choked out, her voice shaking. "Your father saved my life from the vampires three years ago. He suffered a fatal injury because of it. And I promised him—I swore to help you stabilize this pack as your chosen mate until you could stand on your own." She lifted her tear-streaked face, locking eyes with him. "But if you kill me now, wouldn't that make his sacrifice meaningless?"
For a moment, silence stretched between them. Zion's breathing was ragged, his grip still firm—but something flickered in his eyes. Something dark.
Then, before Addison could react, his lips crashed against hers. The force of the kiss stole her breath, her body frozen in shock. Never—not once—had she imagined this would happen.
Zion's hand traced along her cheek, gliding down to her neck until it reached her collar. His fingers brushed over the mark he had left, his touch lingering as his gaze darkened with intent. Slowly, he pulled away, his glowing eyes never leaving her.
Ripped!
"Ugh!" Addison thrashed against him, struggling to break free, but her strength was nothing compared to Zion's—like an ant trying to move a boulder. Her resistance didn't even make him flinch as he continued tearing through her dress.
Zion pulled his cold, thin lips away from hers, leaving only a breath of space between them. His golden eyes burned with intensity as he spoke, his voice rough with unrestrained desire.
"Tell me you're not leaving." His jaw tightened, muscles twitching as his grip remained firm. "I won't allow it."
Conflicted emotions stormed inside him. He was supposed to hate her—hate her for causing his father's death three years ago, for leaving their pack vulnerable, for shattering his mother's heart so deeply it nearly killed her.
He was supposed to despise her. And yet, from the very beginning, all he had ever felt was an undeniable pull toward her.
Yearning.
Hunger.
A primal need that clawed at him to claim her, to make her his mate, the mother of his pups. But the past had carved a deep wound inside him, leaving behind a mental block that caged his instincts—until now.
He had once suspected that she was his fated mate, only for Addison to react differently. That was the reason he left his pack and joined the war as soon as the marking ceremony was over. He was afraid—afraid that mating with her would make him forget his hatred, that he would lose himself in her.
He, a born Alpha, a warrior bred for battle, was terrified—not of his enemies, not of death, but of his own feelings. So he ran. He ran from this weak omega.
How laughable was that?
Desire and hatred tangled together inside him, blurring the lines between what he felt and what he refused to acknowledge.
And now, hearing Addison say she was leaving him—dissolving the mate bond that bound them together—he lost it. His wolf lost it. Shura rebelled, thrashing against his control, and for the first time, Zion couldn't even control himself.
No—he wasn't even trying to stop Shura anymore. He let their desire consume them.
"Addison, say you won't leave me."
His voice, unexpectedly soft, almost pleading, sent a shiver through her. Addison froze. For a moment, she thought she had misheard him. She stopped thrashing, staring at him in shock. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
Before she could even process what was happening, Zion's lips crashed onto hers once more.
He kissed her deeply, hungrily, as if he were trying to consume every breath she took. His left hand found its way to her breast, squeezing it possessively. Addison gasped, her body tensing at the unexpected touch, but Zion only smiled—a slow, satisfied smirk.
'This is what my mate feels like… her soft body, her intoxicating scent.'
His glowing eyes darkened with desire as he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the fragrance that had haunted his dreams. Without hesitation, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, silencing her startled protest.
Addison clumsily pushed against his chest, trying to break free, but her strength was nothing compared to his. She needed air—needed to think—but Zion wasn't giving her a chance.
And yet… her body betrayed her.
'Damn this mate bond!' Addison thought.
Every touch sent shivers racing across her skin, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every second. Her core pulsed with heat, growing slick with need.
She hated how easily he unraveled her, how effortlessly he awakened a craving she had spent three years trying to suppress. Her toes curled, her breath hitched, and her mind spiraled into a foggy haze of longing.
No matter how much she wanted to resist… her body knew who he was to her. And it wanted him.
Zion moved with slow, deliberate motion, drawing out her torment like a sensual, exquisite torture. He pinched Addison's nipple, rolling it between his fingers, making her body tremble beneath him.
A wicked smirk played on his lips as he pulled away from their heated kiss, shifting his focus to her chest.
His mouth closed over one pert peak, sucking and teasing with his tongue, while his other hand expertly flicked and pinched the neglected bud. A gasp tore from Addison's lips as waves of pleasure coursed through her, arching her back instinctively.
Instead of fear for the unknown, a delicious anticipation filled her—like parched earth welcoming the long-awaited rain. Every nerve in her body crackled with newfound energy, the mate bond slowly knitting itself back together with every touch, every taste.
"Ah!"
Her cry rang out when Zion bit down just hard enough to snap her focus back to him, his sharp gaze locked onto hers with unyielding dominance.
His hand, which had been gripping her waist, now traced slow, deliberate circles down her stomach, brushing over the sensitive skin of her thigh.
The moment his fingers ghosted near her core, Addison's eyes flew open, a flicker of clarity returning.
'No.'
She didn't know if this was his wounded Alpha pride, his possessive nature taking control, or something deeper. But none of it mattered. She had made her decision. She wouldn't be swayed by desire alone.
Summoning her willpower, she pressed her hands against his head, trying to push him away—but Zion was like a force of nature, immovable. His golden eyes gleamed as he looked up at her, his lips parting just enough to suck harder on her nipple, sending another jolt of sensation through her.
Then—rip!
The unmistakable sound of fabric tearing sent a sharp jolt of shock through her.
"Zion—!"
Her breath hitched as his hand tore away her panties in one swift motion, the unexpected move making her yelp in surprise.
Zion wasn't done with her—not even close. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles over Addison's clit, sending shivers down her spine. Her body betrayed her, trembling under his touch, her breath hitching as a wave of weakness spread through her limbs.
The strength she had left slipped away as she clung to the pillow, biting her lip to stifle the moans threatening to escape. The intense pleasure made her squirm helplessly against the bed, her body instinctively seeking more.
Zion watched her reaction with a wicked, wolfish grin. Seeing her fall apart beneath him only fueled his hunger. Without hesitation, he lowered his head between her legs, his warm breath fanning over her sensitive skin before his tongue flicked out, delivering a long, teasing lick over her clit.
"Ah—!"
Addison sucked in a sharp breath, her body quaking at the sudden stimulation. But Zion wasn't finished. He latched onto her clit, lapping at it with relentless hunger while his fingers found their way to her entrance.
One finger.
Her entire body jolted, her mind going blank as a surge of pleasure overtook her. Any thought of resistance crumbled as she gasped, her lips parting in a silent cry. It was too much. It wasn't enough. She didn't know what she wanted—only that she needed more.
"Ah! Ah! Z-Zion!"
She barely recognized her own voice, breathless and needy. A tingling sensation spread through her lips and gums, like tiny sparks dancing beneath her skin, overwhelming her senses.
Then—two fingers.
Zion thrust them inside her, curling them just right, coaxing a moan from deep within her chest. Her back arched off the bed, her hands desperately clutching at the sheets as he set a steady, mind-numbing rhythm, driving her higher, pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion.
"Z-Zion! More..." Addison gasped, her body arching as she teetered on the edge of release, the pleasure winding tighter inside her. She was so close—so unbearably close.
Zion chuckled against her, the deep vibration of his voice sending a shockwave straight through her core. "Do you want another finger, sweetheart?" he murmured, his lips brushing over her clit as he spoke.
The sensation alone had her crying out, her fingers tangling in the sheets.
"Yes! Yes!" The words tumbled from her lips in a desperate plea. She barely recognized herself—her voice breathless, needy, completely lost in the pleasure wracking her body.
This was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was overwhelming, consuming, and impossible to resist. She had no idea how to fight it—how could she? This was her first time, and under Zion's expert touch, she had no chance of holding back.