Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 120

(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 performance so evenly matched that rumors of a tie have been swirling for days.

But no one expected this.

“The Council has determined,” Elder Darius announces, his authoritative voice carrying across the hall, “that for the first time in history, the Summit of Alphas will be hosted jointly by Silverfang and Windhowl.”

A stunned silence falls over the room.

My own breath catches.

Joint hosting.

Unprecedented.

Unacceptable!

Beside me, the council members exchange looks of surprise and uncertainty, but my gaze locks on Siena. She stands across the hall, her posture poised, her expression neutral. But I see it—the flicker of surprise in her eyes, quickly masked by her diplomatic composure.

She’s done it.

Despite everything I’ve thrown at her, despite the distance I placed between us, she’s brought Windhowl to this moment.

My mate.

My fists clench in reluctant want as I take her in.

Dressed in the formal Luna attire, she looks every inch the leader she’s become.

The emerald fabric of her gown highlights the golden undertones of her skin, and her hair, swept back in an elegant twist, reveals the graceful line of her neck. Horace stirs, preening with pride.

She’s magnificent.

A fierce wave of emotion crashes through me—admiration, regret, longing. I can’t stop looking at her. My heart pounds, my pulse roaring in my ears as a decision solidifies in my mind.

I can’t let her go.

The ceremonial rings, forged from ancient Silverfang silver, sit heavily in my pocket. I had them made days ago, a silent admission of what I’ve known deep down. I’m not ready to let Siena walk away.

I want to renew our vows—not for the sake of politics or duty—but because she’s the one.

She’s always been the one.

Today.

Today, I’ll make it right.

As the closing speeches begin, I barely hear a word. My mind is too consumed with what I’m about to do.

Just a little longer.

Horace paces, his presence a rippling tension beneath my skin

"She's watching you. Waiting. And here you stand, hesitating like prey."

"I'm thinking, not hesitating. There's a difference."

"Thinking is for humans. Feeling is for wolves. And you feel what I feel—the pull toward her."