Little by little, she is losing ground. She knows it, i smell teh fear, the desperation that has recently taken up residence inside of her.The mask is chipping away. ***Siena’s POVI linger at the edge of the room, my pack gathering around me. They’re buzz
Siena’s POVThe ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers, their light refracting in a thousand directions, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floor.The music swells, a slow, lilting melody that fills the space, elegant and haunting.Wolves from every pack mingle at the edges of the da
"A million per day," I say abruptly, my tone shifting to something clipped and businesslike. I need to regain control of this moment, to remind myself of what this is. "I’ll pay extra for the extended union."The words are harsh, even to my own ears, but I don’t soften them. I can’t.I see the way t
Raiden’s POVA haunting melody that fills the ballroom and echoes faintly in the vaulted ceilings. My hand rests on Siena’s waist, her fingers resting lightly in mine as we glide through the steps.To anyone watching, we must look like the perfect pair—an Alpha King and his Luna, regal and poised, m
Siena freezes, her steps halting mid-turn.It’s so sudden, so unexpected, that I nearly stumble, my grip on her tightening instinctively to steady us. Her face remains impassive, but something flashes in her eyes—something raw and painful and impossible to ignore.Grief.The realization hits me like
Siena’s POVThe music fades into the background, replaced by the low hum of conversation and the quiet clink of champagne glasses. The room feels distant, the crowd a blur of meaningless faces.All I can focus on is him.I draw a deep breath, steeling myself. The question about Lila’s mark claws at
Raiden looks past me, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, I wonder if he feels it too—the weight of everything we’ve lost.But then he turns away, his posture stiffas it is cold-heated, and the moment is gone.Nothing has changed and I was stupid to think otherwise.He doesn’t love you—he n
Siena’s POVThe music fades, and so does Raiden’s touch.His hands leave me as though my skin burns him, as though the very act of holding me is unbearable.His movements sharp and deliberate, create a gulf between us that feels wider than the entire ballroom. My wolf growls low in my chest, restles
“Your legacy here remains strong,” comes a quiet voice beside me. I stiffen, my wolf immediately perking up at the familiar scent of pine and midnight. He’s so silent in his approach that I didn’t hear him coming, but now he stands beside me, his presence as steady and unyielding as ever. I gla
(Siena’s POV) Raiden’s eyes haunt me long after I walk away.The heat of his jealousy, the raw edge of his questions about Alaric—it clings to me like smoke, unwelcome and suffocating.My wolf, traitorous as always, stirs with restless energy, but I shove her back into the recesses of my mind. She
"We’ve rerouted delegates through alternate paths. Escorts from neutral territories will accompany them. No region should feel exposed or compromised."I watched the way her amber eyes scanned the room—not once landing on me. Every answer was precise, measured. She hadn’t lost her edge."Excellent.
(Raiden’s POV)I recognize this mask, this careful distance, all too well.It mirrors the very treatment I once inflicted upon her, unaware or uncaring of its cruelty.The irony burns me, bitter and undeniable, twisting painfully through my chest as she deflects each of my subtle attempts to shift t
“Alpha King Raiden,” I greet him formally, my tone smooth and diplomatic. “I understand the SOA preparations are proceeding well. Congratulations on your foundation’s success.” The words are deliberate, calculated to keep the conversation professional. I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing h
(Siena’s POV) The scent hits me before I see him—pine and midnight, sharp and familiar even amid the layered perfumes and alcohol that saturate the air in the bar. It slices through the laughter and music like a blade, striking a part of me I’ve tried so hard to bury.My wolf stirs immediately, he
This is the light I dimmed with my reckless rejection. But what twists the knife even further is the man sitting next to her. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, with the kind of effortless charm that draws people in. His accent, when he speaks, is undeniably European, and his hand rests casually on
(Raiden’s POV) The news hits me harder than I expect. Eighteen months. It’s been eighteen months since Siena walked out of my life, her head held high, her voice steady despite the tears in her eyes.Eighteen months since she severed the bond between us with those ancient words, leaving me to dr
Unease coils through me, a flush rising to my cheeks. I never wanted praise for doing what was right. I simply wanted my pack to thrive.Rairity continues softly, admiration clear in her tone. “Marcus announced it openly today. Raiden was there.” Her eyes glint with satisfaction. “He looked stunned,