Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 115

The reminder feels like a blade slicing clean through my chest.

Lila or not.

I should be relieved. I should welcome the end of this torturous limbo. But all I feel is dread—an unbearable weight pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.

“He’s my Beta,” I say, though the words sound hollow even to my own ears. “I am your Alph regardless of hwat happenes you self, ungrateful pup!”

Siena’s laugh is soft but devoid of humor. “And I’m your Luna in name only—a title you’ve made meaningless.”

Her words hit harder than I expect, piercing through the armor I’ve carefully built over the years.

I should let her go.

But my body refuses to move.

“Siena…”

Her name is barely a whisper, but she hears it.

For a moment, something flickers in her gaze—something that mirrors the turmoil raging inside me. But then, her walls go up, her expression smoothing into practiced indifference.

“I have nothing more to say, Raiden.”

And with that, she turns away, her head held high, her dignity intact despite my unreasonable behavior.

I watch her walk away, and this time…

I don’t stop her.

But as she disappears from view, a devastating realization crashes down on me with relentless force.

I don’t want to divorce her.

The thought freezes me in place, leaving me breathless and reeling.

When did that change?

Had my feelings ever truly been absent? Or had they been buried—suppressed beneath layers of pride, anger, and misunderstanding?

Horace answers with a low, mournful whine, confirming what I’ve been too blind—or too stubborn—to see.

We never stopped wanting her.

I rake a hand through my hair, frustration and regret tangling in my chest as I struggle to make sense of the chaos in my mind.

What am I supposed to do now?

Siena deserves better.

Better than the man who rejected her, who made her doubt her worth for years.

Better than the Alpha who let pride dictate his actions, driving her straight into the arms of another.

Zion.

My fury rages at the thought of him, of the possibility that she might…

I can’t go there.

I won’t go there.

Because no matter how much I want to believe I still have a chance, I know it’s too late.