(Raiden's POV)
The ballroom hums with energy, alive with laughter and the rhythmic melody of violins weaving through the air. Crystal chandeliers cast glittering reflections, showering the marble floors in fragmented starlight.
Despite the gaiety, a gnawing discomfort coils within my chest, tightening painfully as I watch Siena from across the room.
She’s not leaving.
Is she hesitating? Does she…does he want my attention?
She stood gracefully poised, her midnight-blue gown shimmering like captured moonlight against the curve of her hips. My breath caught involuntarily, betraying me with a pang of unwanted longing.
Her expression remains serene, composed—but her eyes flash with quiet defiance each time she rejects another Alpha's offered hand. The elder Alpha has
