The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 191: Chapter 191 Getting Drunk

Now, Addison looked every bit the regal princess of the desert. The way she carried herself, graceful, poised, and commanding, only amplified her allure without ever crossing into anything indecent. The Tigren woman let out a sigh of satisfaction before nodding approvingly.

However, Addison wasn’t escorted out just yet. She was allowed to rest inside the tent while preparations were made for the continuation of the negotiation. After all, the previous tent had been completely wrecked during the earlier skirmish, its interior clawed, torn, and stained with blood.

After everything that had happened earlier, Addison felt completely drained, so she took her time to rest in the tent. The Tigren woman, sensing her need for space, quietly left after handing her another glass of the fruity wine and some snacks.

Addison took a few sips of the wine and nibbled on the cured meat, hoping to regain some of her strength. As she waited, a wave of drowsiness crept in, and her body was screaming in pain. Still, she fought to stay awake; after all, she was on foreign ground, and she needed to remain alert, just in case.

After a little more than two hours, the same slightly older Tigren woman returned. "Princess, the preparations are complete. Please follow me, I’ll take you to the new site where the negotiations will resume."

Addison nodded silently and fell in step behind her. By now, the sky was tinged with deep hues of red and orange as the sun began its descent beyond the horizon. The open grassland stretched ahead, bathed in a blood-red glow that was hauntingly beautiful.

A cold breeze swept through the air, making Addison shiver. She glanced down, slightly embarrassed, under the thin fabric she wore, her nipples had hardened from the chill and were now clearly visible. Feeling self-conscious, she pulled her hair over her shoulders, letting it fall forward to cover her chest as best she could.

Soon, they reached an open area where a bonfire crackled in the center. Tigren warriors played drums and lutes, filling the space with rhythmic music, while Tigren women danced around the flames. At the head of the gathering sat Leon, the Tigren Chieftain, exuding a lazy confidence. Beside him, Zion, Maxwell, and Levi sat as well, cups in hand, toasting with Leon as if the violent confrontation from earlier had never happened.

Still, Addison knew the truth; they hadn’t really forgiven or forgotten. But they were here to negotiate, not to start a war with anyone. In the end, they were the ones in need of help, and for now, that meant swallowing their pride.

"The Princess has arrived!" the female Tigren announced, her voice ringing clearly above the music and laughter.

At once, nearly all the men who had been toasting turned their eyes toward Addison. For a moment, she hesitated, then straightened her back as she walked forward, her confidence blooming under their gazes.

Her mates looked at her with awe, pride, and unmistakable longing. It was clear they admired how she looked in her current attire, so much so that their possessiveness flared, as if they suddenly wished to hide her away from prying eyes.

Due to her status as the highest-ranking member of the delegation, Addison was led to the seat beside Chieftain Leon, in accordance with Tigren hierarchy.

’One clear similarity between the werewolves and the Tigren was their deep-rooted respect for hierarchy, and the way they followed it to the letter.’

This time, Leon behaved himself. He made no inappropriate gestures and instead signaled the women attending them to serve Addison as well. The change in his demeanor didn’t go unnoticed, but Addison remained vigilant.

As the music continued and the dancers moved gracefully around the fire, Addison found herself unexpectedly enjoying the spectacle. It was so much different from werewolf banquets, which were typically filled with speeches, food, and formality. This celebration was fun and vibrant, wild, yet full of culture, and it lifted her mood more than she’d anticipated.

The women danced gracefully, each holding a piece of flowing fabric as they twirled in circles, their movements both alluring and elegant. Their slender waists and curvaceous hips swayed like waves in water, fluid, rhythmic, sensual.

Even Addison couldn’t deny how captivating they looked. Instinctively, her eyes drifted to Zion, Maxwell, and Levi, quietly observing their expressions. She wasn’t sure when she started caring about how they reacted to other women, but deep down, she knew it was the mate bond stirring within her. It was hard to resist, so natural, so instinctive, it pulled at her without warning.

Just then, Leon leaned in close, his breath brushing against her ear as he asked, "Do you like this kind of reception?"

Addison resisted the urge to pull away. It would’ve seemed rude. Instead, she offered him a tight, polite smile.

"Indeed, this is much more entertaining," Addison nodded, glancing around with a composed smile. She tried to ignore the jealousy simmering in her veins and instead focused on the vibrant atmosphere. It was, after all, a joyous occasion.

As the festivities continued, the dancers began to move closer to the seated guests, their flowing silks teasingly brushing against the faces of her mates. The women’s movements grew bolder, their bodies swaying seductively, clearly attempting to steal the attention of the men with every calculated step.

Addison’s jaw clenched slightly, but she found a strange comfort in seeing her mates maintain impassive expressions, their eyes focused more on Leon than the dancers, silently guarding her.

However, as time wore on, Addison noticed a subtle shift. Zion, Maxwell, Levi, Lance, and even Elric and the Royal Advisor began to react more sluggishly, their eyes turning glassy, their expressions dazed, as if something unseen was slowly clouding their senses.

Addison assumed they were simply getting drunk. After all, her mates had been drinking the same sweet, fruity wine she’d sampled earlier. She had to admit, it tasted good. As shifters, alcohol usually had little effect on them due to their enhanced metabolism, which naturally burned off the alcohol in their systems.

But Addison was different. Without her wolf, her body processed alcohol like a normal human’s. That’s why she stopped drinking after a few sips, choosing to only occasionally wet her lips.

The others, however, had been gulping the wine down without restraint, and now, they appeared visibly intoxicated. Their sluggish responses and dazed expressions were enough to raise her concern, but she quickly recalled Leon’s earlier comment about the wine being unusually strong. noveldrama

That explanation seemed reasonable enough. Perhaps the Tigren simply brewed a more potent variety, one suited for shifters like them, whose tolerance was naturally higher. So, Addison didn’t suspect anything... not yet.

Then the dancers began moving closer to the guests, their hips swaying seductively as they circled around her mates. Slowly, they started making deliberate body contact, trailing their fingers across their shoulders and down the defined ridges of their abs.

Some even leaned in, bringing their faces dangerously close, all while throwing challenging glances in Addison’s direction. It was clear, they were provoking her.

Addison felt something ignite deep within her. A possessive fire flared in her chest, raw and instinctual. Her wolf may have been silent, but the territorial pull of the mate bond surged through her, making her want to rip those women away from her mates. She clenched her fists, trying to keep her composure, but the jealousy coiling inside her was anything but easy to ignore.