The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna-Chapter 74 Addison’s Return

Since Addison was returning to her home continent—and the journey would take an exceptionally long time if done through normal means—Silas permitted Elric to create a direct portal from the Sacred Land’s temple, where Silas resided, to the Werewolf Royal Grounds. This way, Addison’s newly healed body wouldn’t be strained by a journey that could take at least six months, depending on their pace.

Given Addison’s recent recovery, Silas knew Elric would likely slow their travel for her sake, possibly extending the trip to a full year. That’s why she made the decision to allow the portal: to spare Addison the hardship. After all, Silas now considered Addison her sister.

Because of this return, Elric had to prepare a long-range teleportation spell, which took him an entire week to complete. At present, only Addison, the Royal Guards assigned to protect her, and Elric’s original entourage were returning with him. Maxwell and Hue had already returned six months earlier due to their own circumstances.

Unfortunately, while Silas was able to help Addison heal, she couldn’t provide any assistance with Maxwell’s inquiries. What he was seeking was far more complex, requiring more concrete clues and specifics before Silas could intervene. As a result, Maxwell and Hue had no choice but to return early and continue their search.

They chose to trace Addison’s path from when she went missing three years ago, leading them to the vampire territory—or more precisely, the border between the Vampire and Werewolf domains—hoping to find signs of the dark witch they were after.

"Princess Addison, the portal is open. We can leave anytime," Elric reminded gently.

Addison, however, was still holding Silas in her arms, comforting her as the Saintess quietly cried. The two had grown close during their time together, and the thought of parting made it difficult for both. Still, knowing she could visit Addison anytime brought Silas some comfort.

But as the Saintess of the Sacred Land—essentially the governor of the entire continent—Silas carried enormous responsibilities she couldn’t easily set aside. Though she was free to visit in theory, in practice, it would require extensive preparation, and such a visit wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

Silas gave a final nod to Addison and those accompanying her. She had prepared many gifts for Addison, including several vials of holy water for protection, especially against vampires. Silas remained fearful that the vampires, having failed once before, might attempt to kidnap Addison again.

Once Addison returned, the Alpha King would surely announce her arrival in a grand and public manner. If the vampires truly had spies within the Royal Grounds, they might see this as a perfect opportunity to strike again.

But even knowing the risks, why would Addison still choose to return without first rooting out the spy to prevent another incident?

The truth was—Addison knew there was a spy. She just didn’t know who it was. And so, instead of waiting passively, she decided to use herself as a bait, to lure the traitor out and expose them.

Silas, aware of Addison’s plan, could only support her and help her prepare. Yet even without Silas, Addison had already made up her mind. She had been bitten once—she wouldn’t allow it to happen again. If she did, she’d be no better than the "stupid mutt" the vampires had once mocked her as. And Addison refused to ever let those words become reality.

Addison gently pulled away from the beautiful woman in front of her. Silas had long, straight, silky pink hair like the soft hue of blooming pink rose petals, that cascaded down to her calves. Her eyes were a serene sky-blue, and her features were delicate and ethereal. No matter how one looked at her, she was breathtaking.

But while Addison’s beauty was bold, seductive, and radiant, Silas’s was soft, comforting, and serene. Their appearances contrasted, yet somehow complemented each other perfectly.

"We’ll see each other again soon, okay?" Addison said softly, offering a warm smile as she patted Silas’s arm reassuringly. Then, without another word, she turned and walked steadily toward the portal.

In the Royal Grounds of the Werewolf Territory, the Alpha King and Queen stood anxiously before the portal, accompanied by the Royal Beta, Gamma, and the King’s most trusted advisor—those few who were fully in the know and could be relied upon without question. Tension hung thick in the air as they waited.

Finally, the portal’s swirling blue energy pulsed brightly, signaling that someone was about to step through. The Alpha King and Queen unconsciously held their breath, eyes fixed ahead.

The first to emerge was Elric, followed closely by his entourage, then several Royal Guards. Just as the anticipation reached its peak, a smaller figure began to materialize amidst the towering forms of the male werewolves—delicate, but unmistakably familiar.

"My baby!" the Queen cried out joyfully, breaking free from her mate’s embrace and rushing toward the familiar figure.

Addison had barely stepped out of the portal when she was nearly knocked off balance by her mother’s enthusiastic hug. Arms wrapped tightly around her neck, the Queen clung to her as if afraid to let go. For a moment, Addison stood stunned, but then her arms came up and she returned the embrace with a soft smile.

"Mother... I’m back."

"Welcome back!" the Queen choked out, nodding repeatedly as tears streamed down her cheeks. She wept like a child—tears she had held back ever since Addison had been sent away. Each day had been a torment of waiting, fear, and longing, emotions gnawing at her heart like ants.

Her appetite had slowly faded, her spirit dimmed—until news came of Addison’s recovery. But hearing was one thing. Seeing Addison alive and well, standing in front of her again, made it all real. And in that moment, relief and happiness finally overflowed.

"Mommy..."

A small hand tugged gently on Addison’s long hair from behind. Both Addison and the Queen turned toward the soft voice.

One of the Royal Guards stepped forward, carrying a three-year-old boy in his arms. The child had soft, golden hair and striking emerald green eyes. His chubby cheeks were puffed out like a little pufferfish, and his pout was a clear attempt to assert his presence and make sure Addison noticed him.

After all, she hadn’t carried him through the portal herself—too caught up in her emotional farewell with Silas. So, the Royal Guard had carried him instead, and now the little boy was making sure his absence from her arms didn’t go unnoticed.

"Mommy, me too!" another little voice called out.

Just behind the golden-haired boy is another child—this one with midnight black hair and golden eyes that shimmered like sunlight on water. His angelic smile could melt hearts, but looks were deceiving; among the twins, he was the mischievous one, a tiny tyrant in disguise.

And these boys? There was no mistaking who they belonged to.

Back when Addison was suddenly teleported from the Royal Palace to the Sacred Temple—with Silas’s special permission—her growing belly had already been visible for months. By the time Elric reached the Sacred Land, Addison was eight months pregnant.

Everyone hesitated to send Addison over because, despite being so close to giving birth, she was still in a coma. The Saintess, however, urged them to act quickly. She warned that if Addison remained in her current condition, the children in her womb might not survive—or worse, Addison herself could die.

Faced with such a grim possibility, the Alpha King and Queen had no choice but to let her go. Fortunately, Silas granted Elric permission to open a direct portal between the Werewolf Royal Grounds and the Sacred Temple. Thanks to that, Addison was safely transported to Silas’s side.

The twins had been born in the Sacred Land during Addison’s healing and were personally blessed by Silas for protection.

And how could Addison not end up pregnant, when Zion had knotted inside her no less than ten times? That man had clearly been prepared—if not determined—to become a father. Now, seeing her twins calling out to her, both resembling their father more than her—seven parts Zion, three parts Addison—she couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and pride.

"Oh! These must be my grandchildren!" the Queen chirped with excitement, finally releasing Addison from her emotional embrace and slowly approaching the boys with wide, teary eyes.

By then, the portal behind them had already dimmed and vanished. Everyone had arrived safely with their luggage, and Elric had quietly ushered away the entourage that had traveled with him. Even the Royal Guards had been dismissed, leaving only the Alpha King’s family to enjoy this long-awaited reunion in peace.

The Queen quickly stepped forward and scooped one of the twins into her arms, her face lighting up with joy. Right behind her, the Alpha King was visibly itching to hold his grandchildren as well. The moment he saw his mate cradling one, he didn’t hesitate—he strode forward and gently picked up the other twin into his embrace.

What surprised everyone was how calm the pups remained. Unlike most children who would cry at the mere sight of the Alpha King—not because he was frightening in appearance, but because of the natural dominance and heavy aura that clung to him—these little ones showed no fear at all. His presence, usually overwhelming to children, seemed to have no effect on them.

At first, the Alpha King had been nervous to try holding them, uncertain if they would react like others had. But seeing his grandchildren gaze up at him without flinching, he felt warmth bloom in his chest. Perhaps it was because they were of his own blood—his lineage flowing in their veins—that they instinctively recognized him and felt no threat.

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