Not long after, Zion returned with two more female healers. Just as they had done before she woke, the women knelt beside Addison and placed their hands over hers, channeling their healing energy toward her core.
This time, the process was noticeably smoother. Nothing resisted them, and their energy no longer felt as though it were being swallowed by a void as it had earlier. The flow was steady and uninterrupted.
Addison, too, felt different, less restless, the strange, simmering hunger within her easing slightly.
As Zion stood at the entrance of the tent, Addison found her gaze drifting toward him. Her throat suddenly felt dry, and she instinctively licked the corner of her lips. As if sensing her stare, Zion looked back at her and caught the small gesture. The sight made his chest tighten, an unexpected warmth stirring in his heart.
"Our mate is calling to us... No, wait, I think she’s trying to seduce us..." Shura’s voice suddenly echoed in Zion’s mind, restless and overly eager.
"Shut up. Is that the only thing you ever think about?" Zion muttered back, irritation edging his thoughts.
Yet, deep down, he knew he wasn’t unaffected. He could already feel warmth pooling low in his abdomen, and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed the faint scent in the air, that familiar vanilla with a trace of cinnamon and milk.
His body reacted before he could fully suppress it; his cock got hard.
Remembering how exhausted Addison still was, Zion quickly averted his gaze. He shifted his stance subtly, adjusting his clothes as he tried to compose himself so no one could notice the bulge in his pants, and hoping no one else had noticed the brief lapse in his control.
Seeing him act so furtively, Addison felt a flicker of uncertainty. She wasn’t sure whether to be amused or embarrassed, whether it was because he had caught her behaving so boldly, or because he had suddenly regained his composure. In the end, she lowered her gaze as well, focusing instead on her hand, still held gently by the two healers.
"Princess, we are done. We found no issues within your body. All you need now is proper rest to allow yourself to recover," one of the female healers explained softly.
She released Addison’s hand, adjusted the blanket around her, and then bowed deeply before excusing herself.
"All right. Thank you for your hard work," Addison said with a small, polite smile as she watched the two healers leave.
After hearing their report, Zion looked at her and smiled as well, but there was hesitation in his eyes, as if he were debating whether to say something and ultimately deciding not to disturb her.
Addison noticed his brief internal struggle and watched him with quiet amusement. In the end, he simply gave in, offering her a soft, resigned smile instead.
"I-I’ll head out now... I’ll see you again later..." Zion said, his reluctance obvious, as though he had been unfairly treated yet chose not to voice a single complaint.
Seeing him like this almost made Addison laugh. It wasn’t every day she saw the proud, domineering Alpha Zion, usually so arrogant and unyielding, reduced to such a conflicted state.
In a strange way, it felt like a new form of torment for him, and for reasons she couldn’t quite deny, her petty side found it deeply satisfying. It was as if the balance had shifted ever so slightly, as though she were getting back at him for the way he had treated her years ago.

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