Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 27

The ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers, their light refracting in a thousand directions, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floor.

The music swells, a slow, lilting melody that fills the space, elegant and haunting,

Wolves from every pack mingle at the edges of the dance floor, their laughter and conversation blending into a low hum that underscores the scene.

Here we are, moving in perfect, prácticed steps, a royal couple to all appearances.

Raiden’s hand rests lightly at my waist, his fingers barely touching me, as though even this minimal contact is too much. His other hand clasps mine with the practiced precision of someone who’s been trained to waltz since childhood, but his grip is impersonal, distant.

I tilt my head slightly, looking up at him, but his gaze is fixed somewhere over my shoulder, distant and unreadable.

He’s silent, unusually so, and yet his presence feels heavy, like a weight pressing against my chest. The formal dance demands closeness, a cruel mockery of intimacy, and the space between us–though barely a breath–feels like an unbridgeable chasm.

My wolf paces anxiously beneath my skin, her growls low and restless. She’s been like this all night, ever since the council

session.

Ever since Raiden defended me.

It was the first time in years that he hadn’t publicly undermined me, hadn’t stripped me of any scrap of dignity I managed to hold onto. And yet, his words still felt like an anomaly, a crack in the carefully constructed narrative I’ve built around him. Around us. Around this sham of a bond.

I try to focus on the steps, on the way my dress swishes softly with each turn, but my mind keeps circling back to the same question.

Lila’s mark.

That perfect crescent on her neck that shouldn’t exist if Raiden truly belonged to me. My wolf snarls at the thought, her instincts sharp and unrelenting. She insists it’s wrong. That the mark is false, somehow.

But how? How could that possibly be?

“Siena,” Raiden says suddenly, his voice low and measured, breaking the heavy silence between us. My breath catches as he looks down at me, his eyes dark and intent. “Was that proposal really yours?”

The question hits me like a blow, and for a moment, I falter, my steps stuttering. But I recover quickly, forcing myself to meet his gaze. His eyes are sharp, piercing, as though he’s trying to peel away the layers of my skin to find the truth underneath.

My heart pounds against my ribs, but I keep my expression calm, steady.

“Yes,” I say, my voice clear like the crashing of glass plates. “I built upon materials my father left behind, but the implementation strategy and resource allocation models are mine.”

I wait for the disbelief, for the dismissal that’s become so familiar over the years. I brace myself for the cutting remark, the condescending smirk, the way he always finds a way to diminish me, to remind me that in his eyes, I’ll never be enough.

But it doesn’t come.

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Instead, he studies me with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken.

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His eyes search mine, as though he’s looking for something he doesn’t want to find. For a heartbeat, I see something flicker in his expression—something raw and unguarded.

Confusion

Vulnerability.

Perhaps even regret.

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The words stick in my throat, heavy and reluctant. I don’t want to say them, but something about the way Siena stands there, head high, shoulders squared, forces them out of me.

“It was imprevive,” I say finally, my tone clipped, as though the admission costs me more than it should. The words feel foreign, dragged from somewhere I didn’t know I had left. “You should be proud…. for your pack.”

Her eyes widen slightly, just for a moment, and I know I’ve caught her off guard.

I don’t compliment her. I never have. Not in years, at least. Not since the early days, back when I thought there was something in her worth admiring. Before everything fell apart.

“Thank you,” she says softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

The sound of it does something to me, something I can’t quite name. For a heartbeat, the tension between us feels… different. It’s not the usual sharp–edged hostility or the cold indifference we’ve perfected over the years.

It feels like something raw. Something real.

But then I catch myself. My jaw tightens, and I lock everything back down, letting the cold, impassive mask I’ve worn for years slide back into place.

The vulnerability, the fleeting connection I thought I felt–it’s gone.

“A million per day,” I say abruptly, my tone shifting to something clipped and businesslike. I need to regain control of this moment, to remind myself of what this is. “I’ll pay extra for the extended union.”

The words are harsh, even to my own ears, but I don’t soften them. I can’t.

I see the way they hit her, though, the way her expression falters for the briefest moment before she schools it back into that practiced mask of composure.

Her silence stretches between us, heavy and suffocating.

I know she’s hurting. I know my words cut deeper than I intended. But I can’t bring myself to say anything else.

This is what we agreed to. This is what she wanted.

Isn’t it?

She nods wordlessly, her jaw tight, and I catch the faintest flicker of something in her eyes. Pain, maybe. Or bitterness.

But she doesn’t let me see it for long.

The music from the ballroom swells faintly in the background, the sound carrying out onto the terrace where we stand. She turns her head slightly, looking toward the distant lights of the city beyond the palace walls, her expression unreadable.

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I want to say something. I don’t know what, but the silence between us is unbearable, and even my wolf is restless now, pacing in the back of my mind.

But before I can speak, she does.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” she says quietly, her voice steady but laced with something sharp. “To keep things transactional. To keep me at arm’s length.”

Her words hit harder than I expect, and for a moment, I don’t know how to respond.

Instead, I say nothing, letting the silence stretch on until it becomes suffocating.

She turns to face me fully now, her gaze locking with mine. There’s no anger in her expression, no fire or fury. Just a quiet, unshakable resolve that unsettles ne more than I care to admit.

“You don’t have to remind me how this works, Raiden,” she says, her tone calm but cold. “I haven’t forgotten.”

Her words twist something inside me, but I push the feeling down, burying it beneath the same walls I’ve spent years building.

“Good,” I say finally, my voice flat. “Then we’re on the same page.”

Her lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, I think she’s going to say something else. But then she shakes her head slightly, as if deciding against it.

“Of course we are,” she says, her tone quiet but biting.

The weight of her gaze is heavy, unrelenting, and I can feel my wolf stirring again, growling low and restless. He doesn’t like this. He doesn’t like the way she’s looking at me, like I’m a stranger.

Or worse, like I’m nothing.

The music from the ballroom fades into a softer melody, signaling the end of the previous song. The faint sound of laughter and applause drifts through the open doors, but it feels distant, unimportant.

I glance toward the ballroom, needing a distraction, but my attention is drawn back to her almost immediately.