(Siena POV)
The lake house sits nestled among towering pines, their ancient trunks stretching toward a sky bruised with approaching storm clouds.
Wind sweeps across the water, sending ripples across the once-glassy surface and carrying the scent of rain and wild roses. My reflection in the window appears ghostly, fragmented by the first fat raindrops that splash against the glass.
Behind me, the door opens. No knock, no hesitation—only the confident stride of an alpha who still believes everything within these territories belongs to him, including me.
Raiden's scent hits me before I turn—pine, smoke, and that distinctive musk that once made my knees weak. Now it just makes my wolf bristle, hackles raised in defense rather than desire.
“You shouldn't be here.” My voi
