ログイン(Siena's POV)My pulse stutters unevenly as I struggle to comprehend what I'm feeling.Beside me, Raiden's entire body tenses, his muscles rigid beneath the fitted fabric of his shirt, posture radiating barely-contained fury.His protective stance positions him squarely between me and this newcomer,
(Raiden's POV)We're gathered in the airy central chamber of Windhowl's main hall.The moment Siena smiles openly during the council meeting, my heart stutters in my chest—a quiet, profound reminder of everything I once lost, and everything I'm determined never to lose again.Afternoon sunlight stre
My breath catches softly, heart stumbling gently beneath quiet anxiety. Yet beneath hesitation lies cautious curiosity, openness I carefully nurture. I nod slowly. “Of course.” His voice remains gentle, carefully phrased to remove pressure or expectation. “Would you consider dinner? It's not reconc
(Siena's POV)The bruises on my skin have faded, yet the persistent ache deep inside my chest refuses to heal, Raiden's words echoing relentlessly within my mind despite my stubborn attempts to silence them.A week has passed since the attack, and Windhowl and Silverfang are finally beginning to hea
(Raiden's POV)The metallic scent of blood and antiseptic fills my lungs, mingling into a nauseating cocktail that twists my stomach into knots, but I refuse to leave Siena's side even for a moment.Around us, chaos slowly yields to order. Security forces carefully secure Lila and Mia, their wrists
(Siena POV)Chaos erupts instantly, and Lila lunges swiftly toward me, teeth bared, eyes glowing, glinting dangerously beneath dim lighting.Instinctively, Raiden moves protectively forward, yet equally instinctively, I shift swiftly to shield him, deliberately placing myself between Raiden and Lila
The crowd’s murmurs grow louder, their pitying glances cutting through me like knives. I see it in their eyes—the confirmation of what I’ve always feared. To them, I’ll always be the rejected Luna, never good enough to hold my mate’s attention. The humiliation is unbearable. But then, something
(Raiden’s POV) The ceremonial rings are still in my pocket, their weight unbearable.I haven’t pulled them out since Siena’s declaration, but I can feel them pressing against my leg like a constant reminder of my failure.I can still hear her voice, calm and steady as it cut through the chaos of t
(Raiden’s POV) The final day of the competition arrives with an air of anticipation so thick it feels like a living thing.The great hall is packed, the tension in the air palpable as the council prepares to announce the final standings. Both Silverfang and Windhowl have fought fiercely, their per
Fated mate bond? Horace’s reaction is instantaneous—violent rejection. A snarl bubbles up, barely contained beneath the surface. She’s lying. But the damage is already done. The crowd murmurs, questions flying as eyes dart between me, Lila, and Siena. And then— Lila pulls out photographs







