Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 124

Delilah:

“Do you really believe this will work?”

Father’s voice echoed behind me, low and curious, but I could already feel the impatience humming through his body. He was a man who didn’t like waiting, even for chaos.

My direct opposite of myself. But I grew up waiting. I grew up learning what it was to wait for your target to happen. To wait before you were able to get to what you needed.

I didn’t turn to face him. My eyes were fixed on the old book in front of me. My mother’s book. I smiled at the sight of it. It was the one thing that I had of her. At least, I believed that it was hers. As far as I was concerned, she had no magic. She had no need for these recipe books. But I did not care. They served me well. And I was going to use them, hers or not hers.

The potion shimmered as I stirred it, thick and red like wine mixed with blood. The scent rising from it was faint, flowery, innocent. In my opinion, completely stupid. The signature scent of the one woman I despised more than anyone else in this world.

Sienna De Luca.

The Omega with a heart full of light… and a life that was never meant to be hers.

The Omega who thought that everything was easy, who got everything the way that she wanted to get it, who did not know what it was to struggle, and who did not know what it was to know pain.

“I do not need to believe that it is going to work, I need to know that it is.” Hi Sarah. Turning to look at my father.

“It won’t just work,” I said, sealing the vial between my palms. “It will change everything. Because right now I’m not going to rely on hope, I’m going to rely on facts and on what I’m going to do.”

Father let out a low chuckle. “Damon Lockwood is not the type of man to fall easily. You do realize that if it was that easy, others would have taken her place?”

“If by others you mean your younger daughter, then you are forgetting that I am not her.” I said, looking away from him.

“You overestimate yourself and that is going to end up getting you killed. Delilah, I’m giving you this warning because you are standing against a man who knows how to play his game and cards very well.”

“No,” I agreed, lifting the vial. “But he’s a wolf. And wolves don’t fall with reason. They fall with instinct. And once this is in my blood, his instincts will scream one thing…’

I met my father’s eyes and smiled coldly. A smile that did not reach my eyes, but it was one that I was proud of. I had learned to make people fall for that smile.

“That I’m his mate.”

Giovanni tilted his head. “All because of scent?”

I nodded. “Not just scent. Her scent. This potion masks mine and cloaks me in hers. His wolf will recognize it. He’ll feel the bond. The illusion will be real, at least, to him. He’s going to believe that I am his mate, he’s going to be confused and I’m going to play on that line. Little by little, he’s going to start pushing her away and start drawing himself closer to me.”

He leaned against the desk, watching me carefully. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Delilah.”

“It’s only dangerous if I lose.” I brought the vial to my lips. “And I don’t lose. I never did, and I don’t plan on doing so. I intend to end this game and I intend to end it while being victorious.”

The potion was bitter. It burned down my throat like swallowing broken glass. My stomach twisted, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. For a moment I actually wanted to vomit it, but I knew better than do, so I forced it down. I was going to swallow it even if I had to make a whole new one to simply make sure that I accepted the taste. To simply make sure that my stomach accepted it.

Then came the heat.

The wave of power.

The change.

It crawled over my skin, saturated into every cell in my body. My scent morphed, no longer mine. Now it was hers. Now I smelled like Sienna. Her sweetness. Her innocence. Her bond.

Giovanni nodded. “Be convincing.”

“I don’t need to be,” I said darkly. “The bond will do the work for me. All I need to do is cross his path.”

As I limped toward the tree line, a cold wind whipped through my hair. But all I could think about was the moment I would fall into Damon Lockwood’s arms, bleeding, broken, vulnerable, and how his instincts would demand he protect me.

He would feel the pull.

He would feel the lie.

And by the time he realized what I was, it would be far too late.

Because I wasn’t trying to win him.

I was going to ruin him.

The way they ruined my mother.

The way they ruined me.

And it all begins… tonight.