Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 121

Fated mate bond?

Horace’s reaction is instantaneous—violent rejection. A snarl bubbles up, barely contained beneath the surface.

She’s lying.

But the damage is already done.

The crowd murmurs, questions flying as eyes dart between me, Lila, and Siena.

And then—

Lila pulls out photographs.

My stomach drops.

The images show me and Lila... together. Intimate.

No.

"I thought you might want copies. For your personal collection. They really captured something... special between us, don't you think?"

My blood turns to ice as I stare at the images.

This is impossible. I never touched her. Never would have.

But there we are—my face, her body, positions suggesting things that make bile rise in my throat. The shadows, the angles—it's a masterful deception.

"You look surprised, Raiden. Don't tell me you've forgotten our little encounter already?" She trails a finger along one photograph "Though I suppose you were quite... intoxicated."

The whiskey. That night in my study. I remember feeling strange, my head spinning after just two drinks. But I also remember leaving—alone. These are fabricated.

They have to be.

"I especially like this one." She pushes forward a photo where her body is pressed against mine, my hand seemingly on her waist "You were so passionate. So... unlike your usual controlled self."

My skin crawls.

I can almost see the digital manipulation now that I look closer—the slightly off lighting on my hand, the unnatural shadow beneath her arm.

But who would believe me over these? Over her?

I remain silent, assessing my options, calculating the damage

Siena… The pack council. My position. Everything I've built. But more than that—the thought of Siena believing I would do this makes something primal and desperate claw at my chest.

"You're very quiet, Raiden. Is something wrong? I thought you'd be pleased to have a memento of our time together." Her voice drops to a whisper "Unless you'd prefer to create some new memories instead?"

Horace snarls within me, urging me to bare teeth, to threaten, to tear the photos and silence the threat. But that's exactly what she wants—a reaction that confirms guilt. I need to be smarter than my instincts right now.

"No response? Raidne,” she chokes tears back, looking as if she’d ready to thrash on teh ground in her emotional turmoil.

The photos are strategically angled, carefully framed to suggest an intimacy I don’t remember.

Because it never happened.

But the evidence...

The proof is right there, displayed for everyone to see.

My mind flashes back to that night—the whiskey, the loneliness, the crushing weight of my regrets. I remember Lila entering my study, her voice soft with sympathy, her hands guiding me to bed when I could barely stand.