(Siena's POV)
I am stunned.
Of all the possible outcomes for this narrative, this is the one that eluded my attention.
My fingers tremble slightly as I clench my fists at my sides, willing a composure that threatens to break at every turn.
“Why?” I demand, my voice raw. “Why refuse divorce? Windhowl Pack is of no use to you now! Do you love me suddenly, Raiden? ...Is that it?”
The words escape before I can stop them, and I hate the way they sound—laced with foolish, ironic hope, a desperation I despise at my core. Even I find it laughable.
Love? What nonsense.
Raiden pauses at the door, his glowing orange eyes regarding me with something unreadable… untouchable. His lips part as if he means to speak, to finally put this nonsense to bed for good.
But before a single syllable can
