Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 100

(Siena’s POV)

I can’t sleep.

The moonlight spills into my room, soft and silvery, but it doesn’t soothe me.

It only sharpens the ache in my chest, the one that’s been growing for weeks now, threading itself deeper and deeper into my soul.

The bond is weakening—I feel it slipping further with every passing day, unraveling like a frayed rope I no longer have the strength to hold onto.

For years, I thought I was ready for this, ready for the moment when the tether between Raiden and me would finally break. But now, as it begins to crumble, it doesn’t feel like freedom.

It feels like loss—death.

Am I the walking dead?

I toss and turn, the sheets tangling around me as my thoughts spiral.

Tomorrow is the final unity challenge, and I should be resting, preparing.

But how do you prepare for something that demands harmony with someone who’s spent years rejecting you?

How do you fake unity when every interaction feels like a battle between hope and despair?

A soft knock interrupts my restless thoughts. I sit up, startled, glancing at the clock. It’s late—too late for visitors—but the knock comes again, hesitant but insistent. I push the blankets aside and cross the room, opening the door to find Rairity standing there.

She looks nervous, her brows drawn together, her tablet clutched tightly in her hands. “Siena, I’m sorry to bother you,” she begins, her words rushed, “but you need to see this.”

I gesture for her to come in, closing the door behind her. She holds out the tablet, the screen glowing softly in the dim light. “It’s the latest report from the outreach efforts,” she explains, her voice tinged with excitement. “The numbers are incredible.”

I take the tablet and skim the report. It’s filled with statistics, comments, and summaries of public opinion. One phrase stands out immediately: The Alpha Luna.

Rairity notices where my eyes linger and smiles. “That’s what they’re calling you,” she says. “The Alpha Luna. A leader in her own right.”

The words hit me gleefully.

For so long, that title was all I ever wanted. I dreamed of being recognized, validated, seen—not just as Raiden’s Luna, but as a leader, an equal. And now, after years of fighting, after years of being overlooked and dismissed, people are finally seeing me.

It should feel like victory. And it does, in a way. But it’s a bittersweet kind of comfort, one that settles heavily in my chest.