The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 474 Chase’s Kiss
If his presence here were discovered by his master, Chase would be killed without hesitation, and worse, the loophole in the curse placed on him might be exposed.
If that happened, their enemies would only grow more cautious, tightening their grip from the shadows, scrutinizing every corner of their ranks to ensure there was no second Chase among them. Hope was dangerous to those who ruled through control, and pawns who learned they could resist might one day turn around and bite back.
And it wasn’t that she didn’t trust Chase; that was never the reason. It was precisely because she trusted him that she was sending him away. After everything they had discussed, no better solution had emerged. The safest, most effective choice was for Chase to return and continue doing what he had always done best, and that is to disappear into the enemy’s camp and watch from within.
Yes, Chase had agreed to become her insider, her mole within the enemy’s ranks. And now that they were mates, even without a marking ceremony or Chase’s mark on her skin, Addison still felt the bond between them, which was strong and unmistakable. Just like her connection with Zion, Maxwell, and Levi, this bond was no different, which goes deeper, amplified in a way that went beyond just mates’ marks.
Because of this mate bond, she trusted him. She believed, no, she knew, that Chase would never betray her. It was that certainty that allowed her to send him back into the enemy’s den, fully aware of the danger it posed.
And yet, fear and the what-ifs lingered.
What if Chase were discovered? What if he was killed before he could send word back? Or worse, what if they uncovered his role as her informant and chose to keep him alive only to torture him, to turn him into a hostage?
If they ever found out that Chase was her fated mate, his value would skyrocket overnight. And that possibility alone was enough to make Addison’s chest tighten with dread.
Luckily, they had yet to mark each other, leaving no evidence behind. Though Chase’s instincts and his wolf urged him to claim Addison and mark her, he held back, fully aware of the complications that would follow.
Slowly, he rose from the sofa and moved in front of her, towering over her with an imposing presence. Behind Addison, Levi stood like a sentinel, effectively sandwiching her between the two men. Levi and Chase’s eyes met, but there was no challenge in Chase’s gaze. He knew that pushing against Levi now wouldn’t give him any advantage; with three other rivals in the mix, picking a fight over Addison would only complicate matters.
This wasn’t cowardice. He wasn’t backing down because he was afraid; he was holding himself back to avoid making things harder for Addison, at least for now.
Chase looked down at Addison, his voice tight with concern. "Are you sure you want me to leave? What about you... will you manage without me?"
The usually stoic, expressionless mask of his face was now cracked with a hint of worry. As he inhaled, her pheromones drifted into his senses, lingering in the air of the office. Her scent had slowly spread throughout the room during their time inside, and now, standing so close, he couldn’t fight the pull of his instincts.
Before he could stop himself, his calloused hands rose to cradle her cheeks, and his eyes swirled with a mixture of longing and need.
"I’ll be fine..." Addison replied, her voice softening almost without her noticing, her eyelashes fluttering as she lifted her gaze toward Chase. He was so tall that she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes, but the moment their eyes locked, his stormy, deep ocean-blue orbs clashed with her golden ones, and it felt as if sparks ignited all around them.
A sudden heat pooled between Addison’s thighs, and a small, involuntary whimper escaped her lips. Before she could even process it, Chase lost all composure, leaning down to capture her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, right there, in front of Levi.
"MINE!" Chase growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Levi saw it and gritted his teeth, his palm clenching into a fist, but he didn’t move. He knew she couldn’t belong to him alone, and he understood Chase’s desire to be close to his mate. After all, there were moments when instincts and desire could override control, and sometimes, restraint was impossible.
To make sure Addison couldn’t pull away, Chase’s other hand cupped the back of her head, anchoring her as his tongue parted her lips, exploring the depths of her mouth with a mix of reverent curiosity and stormy desire.
Addison could feel the raw need radiating from him, the reckless abandon in his kiss as if Levi didn’t even exist. She could even sense his wolf stirring beneath the surface, urgent and untamed.
She pressed against his chest, finding it both hard and yielding, like rock covered in warmth. Her fingers brushed over a protruding scar, and her heart skipped a beat. In that moment, she felt a pang of sorrow and empathy for him, and the urge to push him away dissolved.
And as she stopped resisting, Chase felt a surge of power, delighting in the way Addison’s defenses melted away. He deepened the kiss, as if he wanted to consume her entirely. But when he noticed her struggling to breathe, he pulled back slowly and saw her eyes glistening, red and watery. The sight only fanned the fire within him, igniting a raw, almost feral desire to claim her completely.
"Mate..." Chase whispered, his voice raw and husky, carrying a magnetic, velvety pull that seemed to tug at Addison’s very core. The masculine scent clinging to him made her body ache to push him down and straddle him then and there, but she forced herself to remember her priority: to stay grounded and not give in entirely to desire.
Chase leaned down again, pressing his lips to hers, which were soft, glossy, and irresistible. If he weren’t holding back, he would have already lifted her into his arms, let her straddle his waist, and then let her sit on the desk to claim her then and there. But he knew his limits, and for now, he restrained himself.
"Alright, alright, you horny dog, let go..." Levi growled, although he was trying to act magnanimous, but no matter how much patience he mustered, there were still limits to his magnanimity as he reached to pull Addison away from Chase.
Chase’s sharp gaze lifted from Addison’s lips and met Levi’s steely grey eyes mid-kiss.
"If you’re jealous... then you can join in," Chase said, his voice flat but teasing, though the intensity in his expression made the words feel almost serious.
Hearing Chase’s words, Levi nearly choked on his own saliva. Could he admit that he was jealous? That he’d rather step in and join them than watch his mate in her other mate’s arms? Of course not.
Levi’s usually stern expression now carried a faint flush, and he cleared his throat before muttering, weakly, "You... you misunderstood me..."
