Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 117

#Chapter 117 Battle of the Luna

#Chapter 117: Battle of the Luna

(Siena POV)

Chaos erupts instantly, and Lila lunges swiftly toward me, teeth bared, eyes glowing, glinting dangerously beneath dim lighting.

Instinctively, Raiden moves protectively forward, yet equally instinctively, I shift swiftly to shield him, deliberately placing myself between Raiden and Lila’s deadly strike.

Time slows sharply, breath caught painfully within lungs, imminent danger vividly clear.

Suddenly, Raiden’s powerful form surges swiftly past me, muscles coiling sharply beneath his shirt as he tackles Lila violently, desperate cry of my name tearing roughly from his chest-

“Raiden!”

Raiden and Lila grapple violently upon the cold stone floor, and Mia lunges toward me swiftly from the shadows.. Instinctively, I shift swiftly, muscles coiling sharply beneath skin, and my defensive movements are swift, precise, and decisive.

I launch myself at Mia without warning, abandoning stealth for raw speed. Her eyes widen in genuine shock–she never expected me to be the hunter.

“Siena-” Her voice cuts off as my shoulder slams into her sternum, driving her backward into the chamber wall. The impact knocks her breath away in a pained gasp.

She recovers quickly, training taking over. Her knee drives upward, aiming for my stomach, but I twist aside. Her fist grazes my cheek instead–a glancing blow that stings but doesn’t slow me. I feel my wolf surging beneath my skin, demanding blood for betrayal.

“I trusted you,” I snarl, ducking beneath her next strike.

Mia’s laugh is bitter and sharp. “Your first mistake.”

She produces a blade from her sleeve–silver–edged, explicitly designed for werewolves. The metal gleams wickedly in the dim light. One cut and I’d be weakened; a deeper wound could be fatal.

I circle her warily, calculating. Behind Mia, I glimpse Raiden struggling with Lila, blood staining his shirt where his earlier wound has reopened. Distraction could cost me everything.

Mia lunges, blade slashing in a deadly arc toward my throat. I drop and roll, feeling the air displace above me as the knife misses by inches. Coming up behind her, I kick hard at the back of her knee.

She stumbles but doesn’t fall, pivoting with dangerous grace. “He never loved you, you know,” she taunts, circling again.” You were just a useful political alliance.”

The words are designed to wound, to distract. I don’t let them penetrate.

“Is that what this is about?” I demand, feinting left before dodging right. “Jealousy?”

Something ugly flashes across her features. “This is about power. About who deserves to lead Windhowl.”

She strikes again, movements precise and calculated.

The blade slices through the sleeve of my jacket, missing flesh by millimeters.

I grab her wrist before she can withdraw, twisting sharply until something cracks beneath my grip. The knife clatters to the stone floor.

Mia howls in pain and fury. Her other hand claws at my face, nails raking down my cheek, drawing blood. The sting fuels my resolve rather than weakening it.

I drive my knee into her solar plexus, feeling the air leave her lungs. As she doubles over, I bring my elbow down hard against her spine. She crumples to the floor but rolls immediately, scrambling for the knife.

My foot comes down on her hand, grinding bones against stone. Mia’s scream echoes through the chamber.

“It’s over,” I tell her, voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me.

Her eyes, filled with hatred and fear, dart past me to where Raiden and Lila struggle. “Not yet, it isn’t.”

I sense the movement behind me a fraction too late. A third assailant–someone I can’t see–heavy footsteps charging. I spin, releasing Mia’s hand, but there’s no time to fully evade.

A shoulder rams into my side, sending me sprawling. Pain explodes along my ribs. I roll with the impact, years of training turning potential disaster into a controlled fall.

Coming up in a defensive crouch, I find myself facing Zion.

“The runaway Luna returns,” he says with a cruel smile. “How touching.”

#Chapter 117 Battle of the Li

1 glimpse Mia behind him, clutching her broken wrist, face contorted with rage and pan the reaches for the fater da with her good hand

“Zion, how how could you? What is going on?

“You see, that’s your problem, Guena. for all your smarts. you trust Trust well,” he shrugs. That’s

His reaction is a heartbeat too slow. My fist connects with his Vidney, a punishing blow that makes him gap 19ow w a strike to his throat that leaves him choking, eyes watering.

Mia lunges at my back, knife raised, I drop and roll, hearing the blade whistle oven, then sweeg my leg in a wide s that catches her ankles. She topples with a startled cry, the knife spinning from her yms.

I’m on her before she can recover, pinning her arms, my knee pressing into her sternum Soothing cold and dangerous takes over–the part of me forged in fire and loss, hardened by years of fugtig for sevind

“You should have killed me when you had the chance, I tell her quietly

Fear flickers across her face, quickly replaced by desperate calculation. She bucks beneath me, trying to dodge my weight. I hold firm.

Behind me, Zion recovers enough to stagger forward, I sense rather than see him coming–the Glacement of ar, the scuff of boot against stone.

Without releasing Mia, I kick backward, my heel connecting solidly with his kneecap. His howl of pain follows the cock of breaking bone.

Mia’s struggles weaken beneath my steady pressure. Her eyes dart frantically around the chamber, she wore, fnding

none.

“It’s over, I repeat, increasing the pressure on her chest. “Yield or breathe your last

Something shifts in her expression–the calculation of a predator who knows when they’re beaten. Her body goes imp beneath mine.

“I yield,” she whispers, hatred burning in her eyes.

I release her slowly, watchful for deception, but her surrender is genuine. She cradles her broken wrist against her chest, all fight gone.