They were here to confront someone… most likely the other fated mate, who had slipped away alone with the Princess.
And she had helped them walk right in.
The thought gnawed at her. 'Could werewolves even share a mate?' From everything she'd heard, especially about Alphas, it seemed impossible. Alphas were possessive to the bone. They'd go to war over their fated mate, and Addison had three. Three. What if this led to bloodshed?
She swallowed hard, guilt and fear twisting inside her. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and now, it was far too late to take it back.
As soon as Zion received the instructions, he took off without hesitation, his steps sharp and impatient. Maxwell followed silently behind, his presence calm but simmering with tension. The moment they reached the second floor, Maxwell suddenly grabbed Zion's shoulder and shoved him against the wall.
