(Siena's POV)“What the hell are you doing? Quit joking around!”The clink of crystal glasses and low murmur of the guests at the banquet filled the space, but at this moment all I can hear is the raw anger in his throat. He didn’t believe me. Of course he didn’t.I had given up my life, my identi
“This had been a long time coming, you know that as well as I raiden. We are not fit for a marraige like we have.” I reply.“Thats’ noncsese! This entire union was made precisely because of the enfits.”Once upon a time, under this very same sky, we had been young and unburneded, running through the
(Siena's POV)I am stunned. Of all the possible outcomes for this narrative, this is the one that eluded my attention.My fingers tremble slightly as I clench my fists at my sides, willing a composure that threatens to break at every turn.“Why?” I demand, my voice raw. “Why refuse divorce? Windhow
(Raiden‘s POV)What a ridiculous idea — treating marriage as transaction.Who does she think she is?I have never been plagued by such absurdities.Love, devotion—these things should be earned, not bought. And yet, here I am, standing in the middle of a grand banquet, staring at the undeniable proof
"Excuse me." I let go of Lila and turn, scanning the room for Siena.I can't avoid her presence, but it’s as if the room sees a golden cloud that floats through the room.Standing at the edge of the room, beautiful as she always has ebeen. Watching everything, everyone.The Great Luna, Siena, at lea
(Siena's POV)The music has ended; the dance comes to an end.We split apart.A wave of reporters surges toward us like they’re storming a castle. Flashing lights, eager questions, demands — I brace myself for the inevitable storm.Before I can move one step, Raiden’s arm snakes around my waist, pul
(Siena’s POV)“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, lifting a subtle eyebrow at Raiden’s scrutiny. “I have the most basic sense of contract spirit. Once I make a promise, I intend to honor it.”He remains quiet, but there are notes of confusion that rattle between his eyes.“...Tomorrow, I w
(Raiden's POV)The document is crisp, the ink still fresh. I feel nothing but annoyed as I skim through the clauses of this fake marriage contract.Three months of marriage. A transactional agreement.No emotions, no commitment involved.Just an exchangeb — her presence for my public image, my money
I turn slowly, my pulse pounding in my ears as my eyes meet his. Midnight. He’s angry; I feel the storm beneath the surface. His posture stiff, and yet it’s his eyes that betray him. Possessiveness. Jealousy. For a fleeting moment, the mask slips, and I see the raw emotion he’s trying to b
(Siena’s POV) The competition grounds buzz with excitement after the third round.The news that Windhowl and Silverfang tied for first spread like wildfire, igniting whispers of an unprecedented outcome—a shared victory—a possibility that no one had considered—not even me. But I know better than
"Our data shows that territories employing this balanced approach have experienced 40% fewer security incidents while maintaining cultural integrity. This isn't about compromising who we are—it's about evolving how we coexist."A murmur passes through the judges.Her words are precise, her arguments
(Raiden’s POV)The third round of the competition begins. This is where Silverfang excels—where I excel.Leadership evaluation isn’t about brute strength or dominance. It’s about strategy, foresight, and the ability to manage crises under pressure.These are the qualities that define a true Alpha.A
A knot tightens in my throat. What’s happeneign to me? To him?“Forget it,” I say, forcing the connection closed, severing the brief glimpse of his turmoil. “It doesn’t change anything.” Rairity watches me carefully, her expression unreadable, but she doesn’t press. We move through the final p
(Siena’s POV) The morning of the third competition dawns with a quiet tension that settles deep in my bones.The air feels charged, heavier than usual, carrying the weight of unspoken things. I try to shake it off as I step out onto Windhowl’s training grounds, but the unease lingers, prickling at
I hear her murmuring softly, her hands brushing over me with practiced ease. But I’m too far gone to process it.It’s as if I am under some spell.The last thing I remember is the scent of her perfume clinging to the air as sleep claims me. ***Morning comes
(Raiden’s POV)Days have passed, but Siena’s presence lingers like a phantom, haunting the corners of my mind.Horace paces restlessly beneath my skin, agitated and clawing to break free. Every time I close my eyes, I see her standing there—strong, composed, untouchable. And yet, there was something
His words catch me off-guard, and I feel a flicker of warmth in my chest. Zion has always been supportive, his belief in me unwavering even when my own faith faltered. “Thank you,” I say softly, meaning it. “For believing in me when few others did.” He smiles, a genuine smile that reaches his ey