Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 105

His words catch me off-guard, and I feel a flicker of warmth in my chest. Zion has always been supportive, his belief in me unwavering even when my own faith faltered.

“Thank you,” I say softly, meaning it. “For believing in me when few others did.”

He smiles, a genuine smile that reaches his eyes. “It wasn’t hard to believe, Siena. You’ve always had it in you—you just needed the chance to show it.”

I can’t help but smile back, his kindness easing some of the weight in my chest. Zion is easy to talk to, his presence steady and grounding. But even as I appreciate his company, there’s a part of me that feels detached, as though I’m watching our conversation from a distance.

Because no matter how kind or supportive Zion is, my wolf remains silent.

Unmoved.

I know what he wants. His interest in me has been clear for some time now, and while I admire him, there’s no spark. No pull. My wolf is still tied to the mate who rejected us, still loyal despite everything.

Zion seems to sense my hesitation, but he doesn’t press. Instead, he lifts his glass again, his tone turning playful. “At the very least, you owe me a dance once this is all over. A celebration doesn’t feel complete without one.”

Before I can respond, I feel a shift in the air—a presence that sets my nerves on edge. I glance up to see Raiden approaching, his expression thunderous, his midnight eyes locked on Zion’s hand resting lightly on my arm.

“The council requests our presence,” Raiden says, his voice clipped and formal. But his eyes don’t leave Zion’s, the unspoken challenge clear in his gaze.

Zion doesn’t move, his smile sharpening into something more calculated. “Your timing is impeccable as always, Alpha King,” he says, his tone casual but laced with sarcasm. “Though perhaps inconsistent, given your previous disinterest in the Luna’s companionship.”

Raiden growls, his midnight eyes darkening as something shifts in his expression.

Zion’s comment has forced him to confront a truth he’s avoided for years: his hypocrisy, his failure to claim what he now seems unwilling to let go.

For a moment, the tension between them is palpable, a silent clash of wills. Then, without a word, Raiden turns to me, his expression softening just enough to be noticeable.

“Shall we?” he asks, holding out his arm with uncharacteristic formality.