My eyes drift reluctantly toward Siena, who sits quietly among her warriors rather than at my side, the empty Luna chair a silent accusation against me.It gnaws at me, uncomfortable and bitter.I watch as she cares carefully for her warriors, her slender fingers gentle as they check bandages, adju
(Siena’s POV)My phone rings sharply in the darkness, jolting me awake so violently that, for a moment, I struggle to remember where I am.My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I fumble blindly for the device, eyes still blurry with sleep."Siena," Rairity's urgent voice cuts through the haze, insta
“Not now. He is no longer our mate.” I scold back.For a moment, we stand close enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath and sense the tension radiating from his powerful frame.Memories of happier times flicker through me, of nights spent safely wrapped in his arms, his strength a sanctuary
(Raiden's POV)I stand at the window as dawn breaks across the horizon, splintering the sky into shades of gold and crimson.The vibrant colors should soothe me, but instead, they mock my restlessness, highlighting the turmoil I feel deep within. The sleepless night has left me drained yet wired, my
Something about that mark has always unsettled me—an unease I've stubbornly ignored for far too long. My jaw tightens sharply as I meet her expectant gaze."Nothing is guaranteed," I reply coldly, watching her smile falter again, hurt flickering briefly across her lovely face. I feel a pang of irri
(Siena's POV)The air is quiet but for the murmurs of anticipation echoing softly from gathered Alphas and Lunas.My heart pounds heavily beneath my ribs, nerves fluttering uncomfortably in my stomach.Today marks the final day of the second competition—the day that could make or break everything I'
My pulse races unsteadily, and I stare at his outstretched palm.Refusing would humiliate us both further, yet accepting means enduring the unbearable closeness of a bond that remains torturously broken.Swallowing hard, I force my trembling hand into his firm grasp.The instant our skin touches, el
(Raiden's POV)I stand rigidly at the starting line, the morning air crisp against my skin as sunlight filters gently through the trees.Around us, murmurs of anticipation ripple softly through the gathered crowd, warriors and spectators alike waiting eagerly to see our performance.My heart thuds u
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