Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 12

Damon:

I slammed the door to my office harder than I intended to do so.

However, the annoyance that simmered beneath my skin threatened to boil over, wanting me to make everybody’s life hell for the situation that I was living in, though I knew that I could not actually blamed them for it. I blamed her.

Sienna now, everything about her annoyed me. Her defiance, her hesitation, the refusal to acknowledge the responsibility that came with being Isla’s mother.

Everything about it just annoyed me.

And yet…

I clenched my fists as I passed the length of my room. The picture of her holding the baby earlier played in my head. It was uninvited, but there was something in her eyes. The way that they had softened, the way her voice trembled when she spoke. For a moment, everything felt natural, everything felt real, but I knew that it was far beyond being

So.

She was nothing but an Omega, and yet I knew that she was the mother of my child. This was not something that I wanted. Sienna was not the woman that my daughter needed as a mother. Isla deserved and needed strength, stability, not a woman who doubted her abilities to be her mother at every turn.

The door was knocked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glared at it as Carter’s scent filled my nostrils. Of. Of course my beta is going to have something to say, especially right now.

“Come in,” I barked.

Carter walked inside, his expression unreadable. He had with remaining neutral, which often infuriated me. However, today it only added to the agitation that it was already coursing through my veins.

“You look like you’re about to tear this whole place apart.” He said, closing the door behind him.

“I might,” I muttered, dropping into the chair behind my desk. “This entire situation is a mess. I swear I did not need this mess to deal with, and right now I just need to find a way to fix that. However, I can’t. No matter how hard I try, I cannot find myself doing so.”

“You mean Sienna?” Carter asked. Raising an army at me. I knew that this was a situation that he was finding more or less in music. Maybe he was not. However, that was the expression that he gave out.

“And the baby,” I snapped. “And Lysandra leaving. Everything.”

Carter folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re the one who brought Sienna back, Damon. You could’ve left her where she was. It would have been a lot easier for you.”

“She was bleeding out in the street, Carter,” I said sharply. “What was I supposed to do? Let her die?”

“And now she’s here,” Carter said evenly. “With your daughter. And you are going to have to deal with the consequences of that, considering the fact that you chose to bring her to the park rather than take her to the hospital. Which would have had a different aspect, especially considering the fact that you wouldn’t have to deal with her today.”

“She’s not fit to be a mother.” I said, shaking my head.

“She survived on her own for months, kept the baby alive and safe,” Carter said, his gaze steady. “That doesn’t sound like someone unfit to me. Despite everything that she did, she managed to somehow keep that child safe.”

“She won’t even hold Isla without someone pushing her,” I argued. “She’s distant, disconnected…”

“No,” Carter said softly. “You don’t. But you can choose how you deal with it. And that would suggest a way that’s different than this one…”

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The Infirmary was quiet as I walked down the hall. I intended to check on Isla before leaving the Infirmary, heading towards my room. However, Sienna’s voice stopped my tracks.

“…you’re so tiny,” she was saying softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the tenderness in her tone was unmistakable. “How am I supposed to take care of you when I can barely take care of myself?”

I walked closer, careful not to make a sound. The partially door open made me able to see her. The baby was swaddled tightly in her arms, her small face speaking out as she gazed up at her mother, as if listening to every word that she was saying, admiring her as if her voice was the one peace that she had.

“I’m sorry,” Sienna whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry, Isla. I don’t know how to do this, but I promise I’ll try. I’ll try for you. I give you my word, I’m going to learn just to keep you safe. I will learn.

My test eggs. And for a moment I considered stepping in my room. For a moment I considered saying something, but the words caught in my throat. And because of that, instead, I turned and walked away. The sound of her quiet sobs followed me down the hall.

“How are you going to be dealing with this, Damon? Just how…?”