"Baby... what am I supposed to do?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to you..."
A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye as he buried his face in his palm. In that moment, all his power, all his pride, everything, crumbled, leaving only a man terrified of losing the woman he loved all over again.
Just the thought of it was enough to send him spiraling. Zion had never feared anything in his life; nothing could shake him. But the moment he imagined their hidden enemies finally succeeding in killing Addison, something inside him shattered.
He didn’t fear his own death, not even a little. But hers? The idea alone made his entire being tremble. His insides felt hollow, shaking uncontrollably as dread lodged itself deep in his chest.
Earlier, when he was racing through the forest to get her medical help, fear couldn’t touch him. All he could do was run, run as fast as his body allowed. That urgency had been his only focus, his drive, something strong enough to push everything else aside.
But now... now that he was alone in this quiet room with her fragile, unconscious form, everything he had forced down came crashing over him like a violent wave.
The fear he suppressed.
The panic he buried.
The emotions he refused to feel while she was hurting and needed him to be steady.
All of it was suffocating him.
Zion wasn’t the type who cried easily; he could barely remember the last time he shed tears. But right now, he couldn’t stop them. They burned at the corners of his eyes and spilled despite his attempts to hold them back.
He didn’t want her in danger. He didn’t want her hurting. And mixed with that overwhelming fear was guilt, thick, suffocating guilt, and the tormenting weight of a thousand what ifs clawing at his mind.
What if he had taken her pain seriously last night instead of trying to distract her? What if, instead of brushing it off, he had brought her back to the pack for medical attention? The thought twisted inside him.
But then again... if he had brought Addison back last night, wouldn’t that have placed her in even greater danger? If Greg had discovered she was there, would he have stopped toying with Levi’s life and focused all his forces on reaching Addison, on killing her?
What then?
What would he have done if Greg had gone after her directly?
"Baby, I feel like I’m going crazy..." Zion whispered, his voice breaking. But before the next wave of despair could crash over him, a small, soft hand suddenly reached out and squeezed his much larger one.
His head snapped up instantly, eyes widening as he stared at Addison. Tears still clung to his thick lashes as he looked at her, still asleep, yet her brows were drawn tightly together, as if she could feel every conflict tearing through his heart.
「Four hours later...」
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