Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 101

“You missed everything,” I say quietly, my voice steadier than I feel. “You missed who I actually am.”

To my surprise, he doesn’t argue. He doesn’t deflect or deny. Instead, he nods, a small, almost imperceptible movement that feels heavier than any words he could have spoken.

“I’m beginning to see that,” he admits, his tone soft, almost gentle.

The simple acknowledgment, this quiet confession of failure, hits me harder than I expect. It’s not forgiveness—not yet—but it feels like the first step toward… something. Understanding, maybe. Closure.

But all of a sudden, an inner rage begins to rumble deep within me. The thought of all teh years I was his kicking post—his play thing. The thought of all I’d sacrifieed.

I don’t know what to say. For years, I dreamed of hearing him admit he was wrong, that he failed me. But now that it’s happening, it feels… bittersweet.

"We both know the Eastern Coalition could have sent anyone. Twenty-three diplomats who would have been eager for the assignment. Yet suddenly, now that Windhowl has secured the silver mining rights, now that my leadership has been formally acknowledged by the High Council, you appear on my doorstep."

He turns slowly, "Is that what you think?" he asks, his voice dangerously soft. "That I'm here because you've finally proven yourself worthy of my attention?"

The laugh that escapes me is harsh and brittle. "Worthy? That's rich, coming from you. You made it perfectly clear what you thought of my worth when you blocked every proposal I brought to the council for two years. When you convinced the Northern Packs to embargo our trading routes. When you—"

My voice catches, but I force myself to continue. "When you told my father on his deathbed that Windhowl would be better off absorbed into your territory."

Raiden's composure finally cracks, a flash of anger contorting his features.

"Your father was dying because of his own stubborn refusal to see reality! Xeno was poisoning himself and your pack with delusions of independence when you were hemorrhaging resources. I offered salvation!"

"You offered subjugation!" I step around the desk, closing the distance between us. "My father spent his life building something that belonged to us, and you couldn't stand it. You couldn't stand that I chose Windhowl over you."

His laugh is cold and mocking. "Is that the story you tell yourself? That poor Siena had to choose between her beloved pack and her mate? You never chose anything but your own ambition."