Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 90

#Chapter 90: Threats on the Horizon

(Siena’s POV)

Raiden’s plea from the cabin echoes relentlessly in my mind, threatening to fracture every wall I’ve painstakingly built around my heart.

I pace restlessly across the elegant guest quarters, my fingers tugging nervously at the edges of my jacket, tension coiling sharply within my chest.

Last night’s storm passed hours ago, yet turmoil still rages fiercely within me, emotions tangled chaotically. Raiden’s honesty–so raw, so unexpected–left cracks in my resolve, fissures that widen with each heartbeat.

For years, I carefully nurtured an independence born from rejection. I learned to define my worth without him, building strength from loneliness, wisdom from pain.

But now, Raiden’s newfound humility threatens to undermine that hard–won freedom, forcing me to question truths I once believed absolute.

Have I been wrong too?

Can I trust this new vulnerability?

Or is it merely regret born from witnessing my strength beyond his control?

My wolf stirs restlessly beneath my skin, ears perked hopefully, despite logic’s urgent warnings.

A sharp knock interrupts my swirling thoughts. Opening the door, I find a breathless young messenger clutching a small note from Rairity.

His eyes are wide with urgency.

“Lady Siena, Rairity requests your presence immediately,” he says quickly. “Suspicious activity near our borders–unknown wolves spotted. She believes it may pose a threat.”

My pulse quickens sharply, instincts sharpening with immediate focus. “Tell her I’ll come right away.” I reply firmly, already reaching for my cloak.

Minutes later, gathered in Windhowl’s strategic planning chamber, tension hangs thickly in the air.

Rairity stands near a broad map, fingers tracing carefully along border markings, expression tight with concern. Beside her, Raiden stands silent and watchful, his midnight gaze cautious as it meets mine.

My heart skips slightly, emotions swirling again despite urgent practicality.

“We’ve detected unfamiliar wolves near the eastern border,” Rairity explains quickly, voice steady yet edged with quiet worry. “Their scents are unknown, but clearly aggressive–likely scouts for a larger force. Coordination with Silverfang is essential.* Raiden nods slowly, turning toward me carefully. Our eyes lock briefly, and we silently acknowledge the necessity of working together despite lingering complications.

“Your insight would be invaluable here, Siena,” he says calmly, sincerity resonating clearly. “Your diplomatic skills alongside my tactical measures could be crucial.”

I nod in quiet agreement, stepping closer to the map, my heart pounding at our proximity. “Diplomacy first,” I murmur thoughtfully, my fingers gently tracing possible routes. “We must ensure Silverfang is aware and coordinate closely. If these wolves are aggressive, unity is critical.”

Raiden listens intently, looks thoughtfully, and fully respects my insights–a stark contrast to past dismissal. “Agreed,” he murmurs firmly, already directing warriors to spread word swiftly.

Hours later, I patrol carefully along Windhowl’s eastern edge, senses alert for potential threats.

The forest remains quiet yet tense, shadows lengthening softly beneath the late afternoon sun. Suddenly, a faint, unfamiliar scent drifts gently toward me on the breeze, triggering sharp warning bells inside my chest.

Something about it feels oddly familiar–a subtle hint reminiscent of Lila’s scent yet distinctly different, twisted somehow. My wolf growls softly, hackles raised instinctively. Immediately, I signal Raiden nearby, urgency clear in my expression. “Raiden, wait” I call swiftly, voice low with cautious intensity

He halts instantly, turning sharply toward me, concern flickering through midnight eyes. “I caught a scent–unfamiliar yet somehow connected to Lila. it feels dangerous”

His reaction surprises me–immediate, fierce, protective anger flashing through his features. “Stay back,” he growls urgently, stepping instinctively between me and the source of potential danger, muscles taut beneath his shirt.

Warmth floods unexpectedly through my chest at his protective stance

Despite my fiercely independent nature, something deeply instinctive appreciates his readiness to shield me from harm.

#Chapter 90: Threats on the Horizon

Our wolves synchronize effortlessly beneath the surface, instincts aligned.

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After swiftly organizing increased security measures along the border, we return quietly to Windhowl’s central grounds, tension easing slightly yet vigilance remaining high

“Three more patrols along the northern ridge, I say as the door closes behind the last departing guard, leaving us alone in the strategic planning room. Adrenaline still pulses through my veins, and the potential threat sharpens my senses. Raiden nods, leaning over the map again. “I’ve asked Kora and Darius to take the eastern quadrant. They know those woods better than anyone.”

His fingers trace carefully along the borders, planning defensive measures. He stands so close I can feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the familiar scent of pine and wolf that I’ve tried so desperately to forget.

“We should reinforce here, he murmurs, pointing to a narrow passage between two hills. “It’s a natural bottleneck.”

1 lean in to see where he’s indicating, our shoulders brushing. The brief and accidental contact makes our damaged bond hum sharply with awareness. Electricity crackles faintly between us.

“Good idea.” I manage, my voice steadier than I feel. ‘I’ll speak with Tomas about positioning archers on the ridge above.” Raiden turns his head slightly, his face now inches from mine. “Siena…”

My pulse quickens softly, heart stumbling traitorously. “We should focus on the threat, I whisper, not moving away. “Is that what you want?” His voice is low, careful.

1 meet his gaze, finding the courage to be honest. “No. But it’s what we need right now.”

His eyes hold mine for a moment longer before he nods, returning his attention to the map. “The pack comes first,” he agrees, but his hand brushes mine as he reaches for a marker, and neither of us pretends it was an accident.

Suddenly, a small noise sounds unexpectedly outside the chamber doors–a faint shuffle of footsteps, barely audible yet enough to trigger immediate caution.

Without hesitation, Raiden steps forward swiftly, positioning himself protectively between me and potential danger. His muscles are tense, and his senses are alert.

My breath catches softly, heart swelling gently with unexpected warmth at his instinctive protectiveness.

Despite everything–past wounds, lingering prideful barriers–Raiden’s first instinct remains shielding me from harm. The gesture stirs complicated emotions, silently acknowledging that despite independence, part of me still deeply appreciates his strength by my side.

It’s not a need, it’s…a want.

False alarm–merely a passing warrior outside–but the meaningful moment remains vivid between us, vulnerable yet powerful.

Standing quiet together, I realize softly that moving forward doesn’t necessarily mean severing connections completely. Perhaps some bonds, though damaged, can be gently transformed rather than discarded entirely.

Raiden glances back toward me, “Are you alright?” he asks gently, his voice low with genuine concem.

I nod slowly, my pulse fluttering gently, and emotions swirling quietly inside me. “I am,” I murmur softly, my eyes locked quietly with his. “Thank you”

Raiden’s eyes meet mine. “I meant what I said. Every word.”

The door bursts open before I can respond, warriors flooding into the room with urgent energy

“Alpha! We’ve found tracks along the western border Kael announces, eyes bright with discovery. “Fresh ones!”

Raiden immediately straightens, our moment vanishing like morning mist “How many? What direction?”

“At least seven individuals.” Elena cuts in excitedly, unrolling a hastily drawn map. “They’re moving in a pattern I’ve never seen before–almost like they’re testing our perimeter

“Or looking for weaknesses. I suggest, stepping forward

“Exactly what I thought! Elena exclaims, pointing to marked locations. “See these crossing points? They’re all near the underground water channels”

Warriors gather close, voices overlapping with theories and suggestions. Despite the tension, there’s an electric current of energy–the pack coming alive with purpose

“We need to split into three teams Raiden commands, voice carrying easily over the commotion. ‘Covert observation only -no engagement unless absolutely necessary”

As we coordinate defense plans, assign warriors to positions, and establish communication protocols, my heart remains persistently aware of Raider’s protective presence

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