CHAPTER 207: CHAPTER 207 FEELING HER

They saw the same shock mirrored in each other’s gaze.

The same tension.

The same awareness.

There was no need to speak; the answer was clear.

Addison.

Whatever Levi was doing with her behind those closed doors was so intense, so deeply tied to their bond, that it was affecting them too. And it didn’t take a genius to figure out just how intimate things had become.

Both Maxwell and Zion could feel their desires rapidly intensifying, their breathing growing heavier, and their voices turning hoarse. The stirring inside them was undeniably strong and urgent, but still not overwhelming. That told them one thing: Levi and Addison hadn’t crossed the line into sex. Not yet.

And yet, feeling this level of arousal without having marked her was something new, even for Zion, who had already mated with Addison before. The sensation was maddening, the arousal coiling tighter in his core with every passing second. He could feel himself slipping, dangerously close to losing control.

Shura wasn’t faring any better. The wolf inside him kept howling "Mate" over and over, its body reacting with raw instinct as it began humping the air in desperation. But strangely, Addison didn’t seem to be going into heat because if she were, they would’ve sensed it instantly. This left both Zion and Maxwell confused and frustrated.

They had no way of confirming what was happening, not when they couldn’t even get past the guards to see her.

Maxwell and Zion exchanged a look of silent understanding before both nodded."Alright," Maxwell said calmly, "please just let the princess know that her fated mates are here to see her. We’re worried about her. She passed out in front of us, and we couldn’t come with her right away because we had to deliver something important with the Royal Advisor."

"Exactly," Zion added, his voice softer as he lowered his gaze. "We could feel she wasn’t well, and we were so concerned, we rushed here without any pass or formal authorization."

They both allowed their dominant alpha auras to dim, letting their worry show instead. The guards exchanged glances. They had indeed seen the princess carried unconscious into her palace earlier, and if memory served, one of her fated mates had been the one to carry her inside. Now, seeing both Zion and Maxwell here, visibly anxious, their story made sense.

Besides, the guards recognized them. Everyone did. The entire palace had seen the Princess’ three fated mates during the Alpha King’s birthday celebration. Word had spread quickly. After all, a princess with three fated mates was a rare and fascinating occurrence, still the topic of hushed conversations and eager gossip.

"Alphas..." the head guard began, hesitating for a brief moment before continuing, "I’ll inform the Princess’s attendant. Please wait here a moment."

Maxwell and Zion both gave small nods, their lips tightly pressed together and concern written all over their faces. Seeing this, the head guard didn’t delay; he immediately reached out through the mind-link to Addison’s personal attendant.

The attendant, meanwhile, had made herself comfortable on the first floor, practically camping out with a blanket, a pillow, and a small stash of snacks. She was fully expecting a quiet night. After all, when werewolves mated, especially for the first time, it was well known that they would be nearly inseparable, caught in a haze of passion and instinct, often lasting till morning. With that in mind, she doubted she’d be called upon anytime soon.

But just as she was about to dig into her snacks, a message came through the mind-link from the head guard outside. "Head Attendant, both of Princess Addison’s fated mates are here. They say they’re worried and can sense that the Princess isn’t feeling well. They’ve asked to see her."

Hearing the message, the attendant instantly straightened, a wave of nervousness washing over her. After all, before she came downstairs, she had seen Princess Addison and one of her fated mates on the verge of becoming intimate. She wasn’t sure how to handle this, like everyone else, she only knew the basics about fated mates, and nothing at all about having multiple.

She fidgeted, torn between duty and uncertainty. Should she hide the fact that the Princess and her mate were likely in the middle of something deeply personal? Or should she allow the others to come up? Her mind raced, unsure of what the right protocol even was.

But as her thoughts wandered, she couldn’t help remembering how gallant all three of the Princess’s fated mates were, strong, handsome, and fiercely devoted. For a fleeting moment, curiosity got the better of her. ’What would it feel like to be surrounded by such powerful men?’ The thought made her cheeks flush.

Before she could stop herself, she replied through the mind-link, "Alright, let them in..."

The words were barely out when regret hit her like a wave. She had acted on impulse, driven by curiosity, not instruction. She had made a decision without the Princess’s approval, and that thought made her heart pound in anxiety.

She was older than Addison, yet she’d never met her own fated mate, but that is if she even had one. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to these kinds of moments, fascinated by the rare, magical bonds she had only heard stories about. And now, she could only brace herself to see how this would unfold.

Not long after the head guard received the Princess’s attendant’s approval, he gave a nod, and the other guards immediately stepped aside, clearing a path for Maxwell and Zion.

The moment the way was opened, the two Alphas wasted no time; they strode forward without hesitation, entering Addison’s palace grounds. With every step closer, the heat within them surged, like molten lava rushing through their veins.

And then, faintly, whether from imagination or some unexplainable connection, they could hear Addison’s gasps and soft moans echoing in their minds.

Their bodies tensed. Hearts pounding. Whatever was happening, they needed to get to her now.

They picked up their pace and entered the palace, where Addison’s personal attendant was already waiting by the door, fidgeting. There were no other servants in sight; all had been dismissed for the night. The attendant’s smile was forced, her eyes flickering with unease. Cold sweat glistened at her temple.

Zion caught the way her gaze avoided theirs, the way her fingers wrung together nervously, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. His temper was teetering on the edge. He could feel his pulse pounding at his throat, the primal need to possess and claim burning stronger with every second.

"Where is my mate’s room?" Zion asked directly, his voice low but heavy with tension. He couldn’t stop his aura from leaking out as anxiety clawed at his chest while Shura growled restlessly in the back of his mind, clearly agitated.

The attendant flinched under the pressure, her voice barely steady as she responded. "Go up to the second floor, turn left down the long corridor. The room facing east... that’s Her Highness’s bedchamber." She hesitated, then added in a faint whisper, "She should be there."

Now, true regret bloomed in the attendant’s chest. She should never have let them in. One look at the dark storm brewing in Zion’s expression and the icy calm of Maxwell’s silence told her this wasn’t just a worried visit.