LOGIN(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
(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
Her words should bring comfort, but my mind is elsewhere. “Raiden spoke to me today.” The confession slips out before I can stop it. Rairity raises an eyebrow. “About?” “Our marriage.” The words taste bitter in my mouth. Rairity expression darkens. “What does he want now?” “I don’t know.
(Siena’s POV) The celebration hums around me, the energy electric, the room alive with laughter and congratulations.For the first time in years, I feel a fragile sense of happiness, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, this night marks the turning point I’ve longed for.Windhowl has proven i







