All three of Addison’s fated mates were now fully shifted, Zion’s midnight-black wolf stood dominant, baring his fangs and snapping his jaws at the others, a clear warning to stand down. But Levi and Maxwell weren’t yielding. They ignored the threat, pacing, trying to circle past the guards blocking the path to Addison’s palace.
"Didn’t the Royal Alchemist invent a suppressant?" the Royal Beta continued. "We may need to use it on them, before it’s too late."
The Alpha King stiffened, eyes widening. The ntion of the suppressant hit him like a jolt.
"No! That suppressant is still in the testing phase," the Alpha King snapped, his voice laced with both fear and fury. "The Royal Alchemist warned us, the side effects are worse than the symptoms. It may suppress a werewolf’s rut or heat cycle temporarily, but when it returns, it cos back twice as intense. They could go feral... completely mad."
He clenched his fists, his expression tightening with helplessness. Deep down, he knew he was cornered. The choice was brutal, either allow his daughter’s new fated mates to ravage her for days until the heat and rut burned out on their own, or take a risk with the suppressant.
But the thought of all three n descending on Addison in her vulnerable state, when she didn’t even have her wolf yet, made his blood run cold. If their instincts took over, they might destroy her without even realizing it.
It wasn’t just his dislike for Zion that fueled his decision this ti, Addison’s safety was truly on the line. Gritting his teeth, the Alpha King mindlinked the Royal Alchemist, who had already sensed the disturbance from his lab. The mont he received the order, the Alchemist rushed to retrieve several vials from his cabinet.
"Your Majesty, since the Princess is also entering her heat, she’ll need a dose as well," the Royal Alchemist reminded him.
The Alpha King growled lowly but gave a tense nod. "Do it. Fast. We can’t hold them back much longer."
Without hesitation, the Royal Alchemist handed one of the vials to his disciple. "Go to the Princess’s palace. Give this to her attendant imdiately."
He had a gut feeling, a dangerous certainty, that unless all four affected individuals were injected simultaneously, the suppressant might fail... or worse, intensify the symptoms.
He moved as fast as he could with his disciple close behind. Inside the palace, Addison was barely holding on. In her delirium, she stumbled out of the bathtub, desperate to find soone, anyone, who could help ease the unbearable ache inside her. But the mont she left the water, her pheromones intensified drastically.
Outside her palace, the change was imdiate. Even the Alpha King caught a whiff of the sweet, intoxicating floral scent drifting through the air. He stiffened, scowling deeply. He was a mated wolf, yet even he felt a tug of its influence. That alone terrified him.
Just then, Addison’s attendant mindlinked him, confirming his fears. The water, which had been partially suppressing her scent, was no longer effective. The attendant had tried to coax Addison back into the bath, but the princess refused to listen. Worse, the attendant didn’t dare restrain her for fear of hurting her further.
anwhile, Zion and the other two grew visibly more agitated. The scent made them wild, and the three resud their attack on the Royal Guards. The guards were struggling to restrain them, and now they were fighting their own reactions too.
The unmated wolves, in particular, were buckling under the pressure. Addison’s scent was so heady, so divine, that it ignited sothing primal in every one of them. Sweat dripped down their temples, and their instincts scread louder than logic.
Seeing all of this unfold, the Alpha King realized, truly, deeply, how utterly screwed they were.
Luckily, the Royal Alchemist and his disciple arrived on site just in ti. But the young disciple, an unmated male werewolf, was already struggling. The closer he got to Addison’s room, the heavier the scent beca, and it hit him like a tidal wave.
His wolf was clawing for control, driven mad by the pheromones saturating the air. His body trembled, his breath ca in ragged gasps, and his pants were already damp with precum due to too much excitent, he was dangerously close to losing himself.
Unable to go any further, he collapsed just outside the room and called out hoarsely, "Attendant... the suppressant...!" Addison’s attendant rushed out just in ti to see him writhing on the floor, eyes glazed over. With trembling hands, he passed her the vial, his voice barely steady as he gave hurried instructions.
She nodded briskly and darted back inside, only to find Addison stumbling naked toward the balcony, her skin flushed, body slick with sweat, and eyes glassy with need. The scene was chaos.
Outside, Zion and the other two were almost completely unhinged. Their wolves were feral with desire, breaking free of control. The Royal Alchemist, assessing the escalating danger, quickly handed a vial each to the Royal Beta and the Alpha King while gripping his own tightly, ready to act at a mont’s notice.
At the Alpha King’s signal, the Royal Beta, the Royal Alchemist, and Addison’s attendant each moved swiftly into position behind the four, Addison, Zion, Maxwell, and Levi. Without hesitation, they drove the needles into their necks and injected the suppressant directly into their bloodstreams.
Addison whimpered softly from the sting, her body trembling, but within monts, her breathing slowed. Then, she collapsed. The attendant caught her just in ti, cradling her gently and carrying her back inside. As Addison slipped into unconsciousness, the heavy pheromones lingering in the air began to dissipate, slowly carried off by the wind.
Outside her palace, the other three weren’t subdued so easily. Maxwell and Levi, enraged and half-feral, turned on the Royal Alchemist and Royal Beta, slamming into them with wild force. Zion, injected directly by the Alpha King, howled and lashed out violently, trying to knock him back, but the Alpha King, prepared for the worst, seized Zion by the neck in his powerful grip and held him down until the suppressant took effect. Zion thrashed, snarled, and finally slumped into unconsciousness.
The Alpha King, now completely naked after shifting back into human form, was drenched in sweat, chest heaving. Even he had been affected, his body reacting instinctively to the powerful pheromones. Glancing down, his expression darkened with sha and unease; despite being Addison’s father and a mated wolf, even he had grown hard under her scent.
His jaw clenched. If he was this affected, then the feral behavior of her fated mates suddenly made horrifying sense. The scent’s pull was overwhelming—intoxicating. And while they had managed to contain the situation just in ti, he knew with certainty: if any other unmated Alphas in the guest wing had caught a whiff of Addison’s heat, it would’ve spiraled into a full-blown catastrophe.
"How long do we have before their rut and her heat cycle return?" the Alpha King asked, his voice low but tight with urgency.
The Royal Alchemist glanced around uneasily, worry etched deep into his features. He didn’t need clarification, he knew the Alpha King was asking about Addison and her fated mates.
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