Ex-Alpha's Regret: Siren's Comeback novel Chapter 150

POV: Seraphina

His words were a torrent, a tidal wave of heartfelt, desperate confession that swept over me, and for one, beautiful, heart-stopping moment, I let myself drown in it.

The only woman in the universe I would ever want.

The queen he spoke of, the brilliant, radiant, strong woman—he was talking about me. He saw me not as a broken thing to be pitied, not as a political asset to be managed, but as a queen to be worshipped. In his eyes, I was not damaged. I was magnificent.

A wild, treacherous joy exploded in my chest, a feeling so intense it stole the air from my lungs. My heart, which I had thought frozen solid, gave a powerful, painful lurch. The walls of my fortress, the icy barriers I had so carefully constructed, began to melt under the sheer, blistering heat of his gaze. I looked up at him, into the deep, endless sincerity of his eyes, and I was lost. I was ready to fall.

And then, the ghosts came.

As if summoned by that one moment of vulnerability, the memories rushed back in, a black, suffocating tide. Damian's face, contorted with contempt. The cold, sterile prison of my former bedroom. The sound of Sylvie's laughter through the walls. The agonizing, ripping pain of the miscarriage, the blood, the indifference in my husband's eyes. My own hysterical, screaming rage in the warehouse.

Every failure, every humiliation, every moment of weakness. Killian hadn't seen the happy, confident Luna I had once been. He hadn't known me in my prime. He had only known the aftermath. He had met a refugee. A prisoner. A vengeful, broken creature who had clawed her way out of hell.

He saw a queen now, but he had witnessed all the filth and horror that had gone into my forging. He had seen me at my absolute worst: traumatized, hateful, and screaming like a madwoman.

The thought was a sudden, brutal wave of shame. It was a deep, searing insecurity that I hadn't even known existed within me. How could he truly want me? The real me? The damaged, scarred thing that lived beneath the armor of the Siren? He was perfect—strong, kind, whole. I was... a ruin. He deserved someone whole. He deserved someone who wasn't a walking memorial to another man's cruelty.

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