(Siena’s POV)The dim glow of my phone fades, leaving me staring at the reflection in the black screen—my reflection.Drumming my fingers mindlessly againstthe smooth surface of my desk, a hollow weight of regret settles over me.Ollie lounges on the couch infront of my desk, scrolling her phone, ab
Ten years…ten wasteful, painful years. He’s had warmer inetractiosn over business dinners with perfect strangers.He’s treating this like a reward. As if I’m something that can be boougt, paid for, and delegated at will.A pawn.Now, he’s even questioning my love...?My fingers tighten around the ph
(Raiden's POV)Zion sits across from me, his face shocked. I can’t believe the message on his phone, and he can’t believe he’s suddenly been thrust into this situation.We’re caught in a moment that feels endless....Why does Siena contact Zion?She never cared about any man other than me in the pas
Siena's POVI sit on my bed, staring at my phone. My fingers hover above the screen, and for a moment, I’m frozen. I had been hoping—no, expecting—a message from Raiden, as my best friend had suggested. She had said, "It’s definitely Raiden. He owes you an apology for everything he’s done!"But the
Time is running out.I don’t waste any more time thinking. I gather my thoughts, my materials, and my plan. I work tirelessly, refining every detail. I go through every piece of information I’ve collected, making sure it’s all aligned with my vision. This plan—it’s not just for Zion. It’s for me. It
Siena's POVThe stinging silence between us feels unbearable. Zion’s smirk is unwavering as he watches me, as though he expects me to crumble in front of him. His drink-drenched proposal lies on the floor, a crumpled mess of paper and ink. The liquid continues to pool, a slick sheen over the once-or
The others freeze, their laughter dying on the spot. Zion stands there for a moment, his cheek already reddening, his mouth slightly open. His eyes widen, flicking back and forth between me and his friends. It’s as if he can’t quite comprehend what just happened.The bar is still.I can feel the hea
Raiden's POVThe heavy tension in the air presse[1] [2] s down on my chest, but I don’t show it. I sit at my desk, eyes scanning the papers in front of me, though my mind is elsewhere. The words on the page blur as I hear the steady rhythm of my beta’s voice, cutting through the quiet of my office.
The reminder feels like a blade slicing clean through my chest. Lila or not.I should be relieved. I should welcome the end of this torturous limbo. But all I feel is dread—an unbearable weight pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. “He’s my Beta,” I say, though the words sound hollow e
(Raiden’s POV) Something primal snapped inside me.I tried to suppress it, to remind myself that she wasn’t mine anymore—if she ever truly had been.But Horace didn’t give a damn about logic or pride. It howled, clawing at my control, furious that another wolf—my Beta—had dared to pursue her. “T
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