Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 105

#Chapter 105: Seeds of Doubt

(Raiden’s POV)

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Midnight air sweeps through the Alpha quarters, carrying the lingering scents of equinox celebration–woodsmoke, ceremonial herbs, the complex melange of pack members gathered in unusually close proximity.

I stand at the open balcony doors, allowing the breeze to cool skin that feels too hot, too tight across muscles tensed with the effort of maintaining Alpha composure through hours of ceremonial obligations,

Below, festival fires still burn despite the late hour, their golden light illuminating scattered groups of pack members continuing celebrations that will extend through tomorrow’s storytelling circle and into the final night’s hunt ritual. Drums beat a steady rhythm that pulses through the ground itself, vibrating through stone foundations into my bare feet. This rhythm matches the thundering of my heart, which hasn’t slowed since witnessing Siena in full Luna regalia. Since I introduced the sanctions on her little projects, the severance ceremony has been halted. As far as the council is concerned, they will close the matter of resources before any more disturbances to pack harmony,

All of these maneuvers are mine. I am no fool, I know they are born of pain, of my want of her, of my jealousy, of my spite for

Zion

“Alpha.” The voice from the doorway belongs to Marlan, the eldest male council member and my father’s closest ally before

succession.

His scent carries concern, mingled with the ceremonial wines consumed at the festival, which makes him more direct than usual protocol allows.

“The rumors have spread as instructed. Particularly among eastern territory families with relatives still recovering from War injuries.”

Satisfaction mingles with regret. “Any noticeable effect on festival interactions with the Luna?”

Marlan moves further into the room, age not diminishing the warrior’s discipline, evident in his bearing despite ceremonial clothing replacing usual practical attire.

“Several families maintained formal distance rather than offering traditional equinox blessings. Conversations quieted when she approached celebration circles where medical supply shortages were being discussed.”

The strategy works exactly as intended–creating subtle social pressure that undermines public support before tomorrow’s storytelling presentation.

“And Zion?” The name emerges with an involuntary growl that reveals more than intended about the personal dimensions underlying political conflict.

“More complicated. The rumors about his family history, his potential ambitions–they’ve been received with a mixed response. Older members who remember Northern Territory challenges recognize the patterns you’ve highlighted. Younger wolves appear…skeptical of the motivation behind such accusations.”

“His interaction with the Luna?” The question emerges despite efforts to maintain focus on strategic rather than personal implications of their alliance.

But more accurately, more sorely, it is the jealousy that fuels me.

“Carefully distanced during public celebration, as expected. Though several observers noted their exchange of glances across ceremonial spaces, communication that requires no physical proximity.”

The image forms–Siena and Zion exchanging glances across a crowded celebration, understanding passing between them without need for words, connection developing despite careful public distance.

“The foundations have been laid.”

Forcing focus back to immediate strategy rather than emotional complications that cloud judgment.

“Tomorrow’s presentation will occur within ceremonial framework–tradition prevents direct interference with Luna’s storytelling role. But pack reception has been prepared to question underlying motivations.”

“A delicate balance.” Marlan moves toward the door, duty fulfilled through this private report.

After Marlan departs, I return to the balcony, gaze drawn unerringly to the central celebration area.

Firelight illuminates dancers still moving to ceremonial rhythms despite the midnight hour.

Among them, Siena, whose copper hair gleams like living flame, is participating in the traditional equinox dance that typically concludes the first night’s celebration.

Even at this distance, her grace captivates, her movements perfectly synchronized with ancient patterns while somehow infusing them with something uniquely her own.

Pack members create space around her, responding to Luna energy that transcends formal position to become something

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#Chapter 105: Seeds of Doubt

#Chapter 105: Seeds of Doubt

(Raiden’s POV)

Midnight air sweeps through the Alpha quarters, carrying the lingering scents of equinox celebration–woodsmoke, ceremonial herbs, the complex melange of pack members gathered in unusually close proximity.

I stand at the open balcony doors, allowing the breeze to cool skin that feels too hot, too tight across muscles tensed with the effort of maintaining Alpha composure through hours of ceremonial obligation,

Below, festival fires still burn despite the late hour, their golden light illuminating scattered groups of pack members continuing celebrations that will extend through tomorrow’s storytelling circle and into the final night’s hunt ritual.

Drums beat a steady rhythm that pulses through the ground itself, vibrating through stone foundations into my bare feet. This rhythm matches the thundering of my heart, which hasn’t slowed since witnessing Siena in full Luna regalia.

Since I introduced the sanctions on her little projects, the severance ceremony has been halted. As far as the council is concerned, they will close the matter of resources before any more disturbances to pack harmony.

All of these maneuvers are mine. I am no fool; I know they are born of pain, of my want of her, of my jealousy, of my spite for Zion.

“Alpha.” The voice from the doorway belongs to Marlan, the eldest male council member and my father’s closest ally before

succession.

His scent carries concern, mingled with the ceremonial wines consumed at the festival, which makes him more direct than usual protocol allows.

“The rumors have spread as instructed. Particularly among eastern territory families with relatives still recovering from War injuries.”

Satisfaction mingles with regret. “Any noticeable effect on festival interactions with the Luna?”

Marlan moves further into the room, age not diminishing the warrior’s discipline, evident in his bearing despite ceremonial clothing replacing usual practical attire.

“Several families maintained formal distance rather than offering traditional equinox blessings. Conversations quieted when she approached celebration circles where medical supply shortages were being discussed.”

The strategy works exactly as intended–creating subtle social pressure that undermines public support before tomorrow’s storytelling presentation.

“And Zion?” The name emerges with an involuntary growl that reveals more than intended about the personal dimensions underlying political conflict.

“More complicated. The rumors about his family history, his potential ambitions–they’ve been received with a mixed response. Older members who remember Northern Territory challenges recognize the patterns you’ve highlighted. Younger wolves appear…skeptical of the motivation behind such accusations.”

“His interaction with the Luna?” The question emerges despite efforts to maintain focus on strategic rather than personal implications of their alliance.

But more accurately, more sorely, it is the jealousy that fuels me.

“Carefully distanced during public celebration, as expected. Though several observers noted their exchange of glances across ceremonial spaces, communication that requires no physical proximity.”

The image forms–Siena and Zion exchanging glances across a crowded celebration, understanding passing between them without need for words, connection developing despite careful public distance.

“The foundations have been laid.”

Forcing focus back to immediate strategy rather than emotional complications that cloud judgment.

“Tomorrow’s presentation will occur within ceremonial framework–tradition prevents direct interference with Luna’s storytelling role. But pack reception has been prepared to question underlying motivations.”

“A delicate balance.” Marlan moves toward the door, duty fulfilled through this private report.

After Marlan departs, I return to the balcony, gaze drawn unerringly to the central celebration area.

Firelight illuminates dancers still moving to ceremonial rhythms despite the midnight hour.

Among them, Siena, whose copper hair gleams like living flame, is participating in the traditional equinox dance that typically concludes the first night’s celebration.

Even at this distance, her grace captivates, her movements perfectly synchronized with ancient patterns while somehow infusing them with something uniquely her own.

Pack members create space around her, responding to Luna energy that transcends formal position to become something

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almost magical in firelight and shadow.

For one heartbeat, two, the connection between us feels almost whole again, untainted by political conflict of differing visions of pack future.

Then silver hair gleams in firelight as Zion enters the dance circle, his movements matching traditional patterns with equal

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precision.

Though he maintains his distance from Siena, their awareness of each other’s presence becomes immediately evident in subtle synchronization, in the way energy flows between them without physical contact or direct interaction.

Something primal roars to life within me, my wolf surging forward with territorial fury that takes significant effort to contain.

Claws extend involuntarily, piercing palms with sharp pain.

Siena’s movements falter momentarily as she glances toward Alpha quarters, somehow sensing my presence on the balcony despite distance and darkness.

Our gazes lock across the space separating us, communication requiring no words despite weeks of conflict and separate living arrangements.

For one moment, regret floods the connection between us–shared awareness of what’s been lost, of distance created by fundamentally different understandings of leadership and authority.

Is my treachery too much? Is this a mistake truly worth making?

She returns to the dance with renewed focus, each movement a declaration of independence despite the bond still connecting us.

Across from her, Zion watches with undisguised admiration.

His interest is evident even from this distance, and his positioning no longer pretends to be merely a political alliance.

“He mocks you openly,” Horace growls inside. “He’s going to do far worse than take your place, Raiden. He’s going to make her love him in spite of you.”