The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 486

Chapter 486: Chapter 486 Being Thoughtful

The task left little room for refusal. The fastest option was clearly the river: wash the vegetables, then return once everything was ready.

Normally, the elderly woman would have shown deference to the two Alphas, perhaps even fear, and would never have dared assign them tasks so casually. But after Zion approached her for help, and after witnessing the lighthearted banter between the two, she understood.

They weren’t acting as Alphas right now. They were simply werewolves worried about their mate.

Because of that, the hierarchy no longer mattered to her. She knew that if the two of them were left standing idle, their thoughts would spiral, their emotions would fester, and their aggression would inevitably break through their restraint again. And if that happened, another fight was bound to erupt, one that would put the entire temporary settlement on edge.

Everyone was already anxious, especially with Addison still in a coma. If even her mates lost control, it would only deepen the unease, and worse, it would give their enemies an opening to exploit their vulnerability.

That was the last thing any of them needed.

The elderly woman hadn’t analyzed the situation in such depth. She simply knew, instinctively, that keeping the two Alphas’ emotions in check was the better choice. She could feel the turbulence in their auras, sense how close they still were to losing control. And as someone who had lived far longer than they had, she trusted her experience; this was the best course of action for now.

That was why she deliberately pushed them to work together and didn’t hesitate to assist Zion.

The others helping her had long since found excuses to drift away and busy themselves elsewhere. After all, the earlier commotion from Zion and Maxwell’s fight had been impossible to miss. Their oppressive auras had reached even this part of the settlement, so heavy that some of the weaker wolves had felt their knees go weak, and a few had nearly lost control of their fear entirely.

Keeping the two Alphas occupied, she thought, was the safest way to keep everyone steady.

That kind of atmosphere was the last thing anyone wanted to experience again. No one wished to provoke the two Alphas, not now, not ever. Even the Alphas from the neighboring packs were careful to keep their distance, unwilling to offend them. They all understood one thing clearly, and that is if those two lost their tempers and began fighting again, no one present would be able to stop them.

"Hmph..." Zion snorted, shifting even more to shield the fish from Maxwell, silently telling him to hurry off and wash the vegetables by the river.

Still, he didn’t object to Maxwell helping with the meal.

After all, Maxwell had already pointed out, quite clearly, that the fish was his. No matter how Zion argued, the truth remained that he was using Maxwell’s catch to cook for Addison. Taking all the credit for it would make him feel like a shameless scumbag.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t catch his own fish. But the fish had already been gutted, cleaned, and cut into sections. Maxwell had seen everything. Throwing the prepared fish back to him now would only work against Zion, especially if Maxwell decided to cook first while Zion went off to catch another one.

And if that happened, they might end up bringing Addison two separate fish soups. She might not even get the chance to taste both.

That kind of pointless competition was the last thing Zion wanted.

In the end, it was far better to work together than to turn this into another battle of pride.

By doing this, Zion could still claim that the idea had been his; Maxwell had merely helped out a little. In his mind, that was enough to keep him one step ahead.

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