(Raiden's POV)
The sight of Siena and Zion in intimate conversation at dawn had unleashed something primal and possessive in me.
Horace growls low, pacing inside me, claws raking against the edges of my control, “She is ours.”
But I shove the instinct down, clenching my jaw until the tension spreads through my body.
I’ve spent years denying that bond, convincing myself that choosing Lila was the right decision—for the pack, for stability, for everything that mattered.
But that brief moment, watching Siena’s face soften as she spoke to Zion, the light in her eyes as he listened with rapt attention, stirred something I had buried deep.
Focus.
I stride into the competition committee meeting, my expression unreadable, posture rigid.
Alphas and betas from the
