(Siena’s POV)
Raiden’s eyes haunt me long after I walk away.
The heat of his jealousy, the raw edge of his questions about Alaric—it clings to me like smoke, unwelcome and suffocating.
My wolf, traitorous as always, stirs with restless energy, but I shove her back into the recesses of my mind. She doesn’t get a say in this. Not anymore.
For nearly two years, I’ve worked to rebuild myself, to find my value beyond the shadow of our broken bond.
I’ve stitched together a life where his approval, his presence, his recognition no longer matter.
And yet, the moment he looks at me with that mix of longing and regret, it stirs something I thought I buried.
I hate it.
I hate that he still has this effect on me, that his presence feels like a threat to the equ
