Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 98

(Raiden’s POV)

I stare at my reflection in the shattered mirror, each fractured shard mocking me with distorted echoes of failure.

Siena’s words ring mercilessly in my ears, looping endlessly through my mind. Her voice, raw and aching with betrayal, has left its imprint on my heart, carved deep enough to draw blood.

I press a fist against my chest, as if trying to silence the unbearable ache that pulses beneath my ribs.

How had I missed it so completely?

Have I truly been this blind, this callously indifferent, that even a basic act of kindness now tastes bitter, suspicious on her tongue?

My fingers graze the cool surface of the glass, tracing the jagged edges of the broken reflection, face staring back, splintered into a thousand shards—each one a reminder of how thoroughly I've shattered the bond between us.

It feels oddly fitting, this broken image, an accurate representation of who I’ve allowed myself to become—fractured, incomplete, a stranger to my own emotions.

My own greatest enemy.

I close my eyes, remembering her expression when she rejected my attempts at reconciliation—hurt shimmering beneath steely control, eyes blazing with unshed tears, her voice trembling yet firm.

"You don’t get to do this now, Raiden. You don’t get to pretend you suddenly care."

Her words slice through me again, sharper than any blade. I grip the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening as I battle the turmoil within. The worst part is knowing she’s right—knowing my gestures of kindness must seem hollow, manipulative even, after years of dismissing her presence, her heart, her very existence.

Frustration and guilt warring violently within me, I pace the confines of the small room, feeling trapped by the truth. The air grows stifling, thick with regret, making each breath labored, heavy.

Horace stirs inside me, restless and unsettled—its presence a bitter reminder of the primal instinct I’ve denied for far too long.

A growl escapes my throat as I recall Zion’s blatant intentions toward Siena.

The memory ignites something dangerously possessive within me, an intensity I believed long extinguished.

How could she? What does she gain from such a betrayal?

Jealousy coils around my heart, squeezing painfully tight.

My fists clench involuntarily at the thought of him touching her, smiling at her, offering the warmth I was too selfish to give.