Chapter 34
(Siena’s POV)
The evening air is cool and damp against my skin, the lingering scent of rain still sharp and fresh
My footsteps echo softly against the cobblestone path as I approach the ornate stone fountain, its softly cascading warr gleaming silver in the moonlight. Beside me, Rairity walks with quiet confidence, her presence grounding me as we wear the waiting figure.
Standing rigidly by the fountain is Zion, his usually relaxed posture unusually stiff and formal
This isn’t the Zion I know–sarcastic, irreverent, and perpetually lounging with an easy grin.
Tonight, he’s impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit that accentuates the strength of his tall, muscular frame. His dark hair is carefully combed back, highlighting the sharp angles of his handsome face.
Something about his demeanor feels off, unsettling.
He notices us approaching and straightens abruptly, tension evident in the set of his shoulders.
His gaze meets mine, and I detect an unfamiliar softness there. Nervousness flickers briefly in his eyes, quickly masked by practiced composure.
I brace myself instinctively, wary of his intentions. My wolf remains indifferent, unimpressed, and unmoved. She has already chosen–there’s only one mate for her, no matter how deeply Raiden’s rejection still wounds us both
“Siena, thank you for coming,” Zion begins, his voice uncharacteristically somber and genuine. His sincerity surprises me, catching me off guard.
I vividly recall his past mockery, the cruel sneer on his lips.
Who are you?
The memory still burns, a stinging humiliation that tightens my throat even now. I steel myself, keeping my posture composed as I regard him coolly.
His actions will not be so easily forgiven.
Zion glances briefly toward Rairity, curiosity evident, before returning his attention to me. His expression grows serious, almost earnest. “I wanted to apologize for how I treated you before. My actions were unfair, and…. I’m sorry!”
My pulse quickens slightly; I’m startled by his unexpected sincerity.
For a brief moment, I glimpse genuine remorse in his eyes, raw and unguarded. Yet, beneath that apology lurks something else–a hidden intention that makes my stomach flutter uncomfortably.
I remain silent, guarded, waiting for the true reason behind this meeting.
He clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably before continuing. “I’ve heard you still haven’t chosen a beta yet,” he murmurs, his voice softer, almost hopeful.
The implication behind his words hangs heavily between us, thick with tension. My heart stutters briefly, confusion mingling with caution. Zion, Raiden’s best friend–why would he approach me now, after everything that’s happened?
Before he can continue, I straighten, gathering my strength. “Actually,” I reply firmly, glancing toward Rairity with pride, “I’ve just appointed Rairity as my Beta–ofcciclayy. I intend to make the announcement as soon as possible.”
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Surprise and disappointment flash immediately across Zion’s handsome features, quickly masked by his practiced charm.
He recovers, flashing a quick, charming smile toward Kairity before focusing again on me. “Of course,” he says smoothly, though the spark of disappointment lingers faintly in his gaze. “Congratulations, Rairity.”
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Rairity inclines her head graciously but otherwise remains silent, observant. She had never had an affinity toward Zion, and for that, she could not be blamed. I feel a rush of pride and gratitude for her.
Choosing her was a decision made purely out of trust and respect–far removed from the manipulation and power plays of the past.
My wolf stirs gently, satisfied by this small act of independence.
Zion clears his throat again, shifting nervously as he launches into another proposition. “I wanted to discuss a possible sponsorship for Windhowl’s wounded veterans,” he begins carefully, his tone persuasive yet cautious. “Raiden would-
“No, I interrupt swiftly, my voice firm yet polite.
I can’t allow myself to step back into Raiden’s shadow, to accept favors or connections tied to him again.
My heart squeezes painfully at the mere mention of his name, memories flooding back unbidden–the sting of rejection, the ache of loss, the hollow emptiness left behind. But I refuse to falter. “I appreciate your offer, Zion, but I’m not looking for
any
connections to Raiden or his inner circle.”
Zion’s eyes widen slightly, taken aback by my swift rejection. He studies me intently, an unreadable emotion flickering behind his gaze. Slowly, a thoughtful smile curves his lips. “You’ve changed, Siena,” he murmurs quietly, admiration evident in his voice. “It suits you.”
His words surprise me, unsettling the careful walls I’ve built around my heart.
I fight down the sudden rush of emotion that threatens to overwhelm me, keeping my expression composed, meeting his smoky eyes evenly, nodding slightly in acknowledgment before stepping back.
“Thank you, Zion,” I reply softly. “But I have my own path now.”
He hesitates, lingering as if reluctant to leave. His eyes search mine for longer than they should, hoping perhaps to find some opening, some vulnerability.
But he will find none of what he seeks.
Eventually, he nods slowly, accepting the unspoken finality of my decision. “Goodnight, Siena,” he whispers softly, his tone tinged with regret and something else I can’t quite define.
“Goodnight,” I respond, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions churning inside me.
As Zion turns and walks away, I exhale slowly, releasing the tension that had settled heavy in my chest. Beside me, Rairity places a gentle hand on my shoulder, grounding me with her quiet strength. “Was that wise, Alpha?” she asks softly, concern evident in her voice. “Turning him down?”
I nod slowly, offering her a small, genuine smile. “There must never be a tie to Radine. Windhowl must stand on their own.” Together, we walk slowly back toward the heart of the pack grounds, the cool night air soothing against my heated skin. The rain stopped completely now, leaving the world fresh and washed clean.
Though I cannot say the same about me, above us, stars glitter faintly against the velvet black sky, tiny points of distant hope.
For the first time in years, my heart feels lighter, less burdened by the weight of Raiden’s shadow. I made choices tonight-
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my own choices driven by fear of rejection or desire for approval.
The realization sends warmth blooming gently inside my chest, a tentative seed of self–worth finally taking root.
One step at a time.
Yet beneath that newfound empowerment, the ache of loss remains ever–present. My wolf still mourns silently, longing for the mate who abandoned us.
The bond between Raiden and me, though fractured, still pulses faintly, painfully alive. I close my eyes briefly, allowing myself to feel the ache, to acknowledge its presence without letting it consume me.
The sooner this is done, the better–for all of us,
Kairity squeezes my shoulder softly, sensing my inner turmoil. “You did well tonight, she murmurs gently. “I’m proud of your
Her words bring tears prickling to my eyes, gratitude mingling with grief. “Thank you,” I whisper softly, my voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”
“You could have, she corrects gently. “You’re stronger than you realize, Siena.
We reach my quarters, Rairity bids me goodnight, her eyes warm with encouragement and pride.
I step inside alone, closing the door softly behind me.
In the quiet solitude loneliness, I move slowly to the window, gazing out into the darkness.
My reflection stares back at me faintly in the glass, a woman transformed by heartbreak and rejection, yet still standing–still resilient.
A faint smile curves my lips, bittersweet yet genuine. My freedom is close; I can feel it and nearly taste it. Perhaps there truly is life beyond being the Alpha King’s discarded mate–a life where my value isn’t determined by Raiden’s acceptance or rejection. A life where I can define my own worth and where my strength comes from within.
My wolf stirs quietly inside me, a soft, comforting presence. She may grieve for her mate, but tonight, she feels pride in our newfound independence.
Tonight, I took my first steps toward embracing my own strength and identity. Zion saw it clearly–I’ve changed. For the first time, I realized that change suits me.
It feels right, empowering.
The ache of rejection may linger, but it no longer defines me. I breathe deeply, feeling the cool night air fill my lungs.
The future stretches ahead uncertainly, filled with unknown possibilities and paths. Yet, for the first time, the uncertainty doesn’t frighten me.
Tonight, I took control of my story.
From now on, I will write it myself–guided not by fear or desperation but by strength and the quiet knowing that I am enough.
I am Siena. Luna, in my own right. And finally, I am ready to embrace the woman I’ve become.
