Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 129

Delilah:

I stared at the door Damon had just slammed shut, the echo of it vibrating through the walls and my bones. My hands trembled, but not from fear. From rage.

He was smarter than I gave him credit for.

That made him dangerous.

My father was right. I did underestimate Damon Lockwood. The man knew what he was up to. He knew what I was standing against. I did not. But now that I saw and caught a glimpse of it, I knew how to control it.

Most men were easy to bend, simple-minded creatures driven by lust or ego. I’d learned how to twist both to my favor, how to smile just right, cry at the perfect moment, tilt my head in that helpless way that made them drop their guard. I had trained myself in manipulation the way warriors trained with blades. I perfected it.

I was always sure that they were all wrapped around my little finger, that they did what I wanted them to, no matter what the cost was, whether it was my body or their lives, either way I would know how to react.

But not with him.

Not with Damon Lockwood.

He didn’t lean into my touch. He didn’t take the bait when I offered it. And even when the bond snapped in place, when I forced it to feel real, he didn’t trust it. He did not give in to it. He did not even spare at a glance. It was as if I did not exist. It was as if every single game that I was playing was nothing more than a play for him, a show.

He didn’t trust me. I did not expect him to, but I at least expected that he would give in to me.

And that made everything harder.

And more thrilling.

Anyway that I did not want to admit and a more appealing lustful away that I found myself wanting to lean into.

I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers curling around the edge of the sheets, breathing through the anger that threatened to shatter the mask I wore so carefully. I needed to calm down. I was not here for lust or pleasure, I was here for a task.

He was strong. Alpha-strong. His presence alone could shake the room, but it was the look in his eyes that kept circling in my mind, the calculation, the suspicion, the way he nearly saw through me. The way that I knew that if he stayed a little while longer, he might have broken through, he might have seen who I really was.

But that was fine.

It made the game more interesting.

Because I was going to win. No matter what.

I was not going to wait for them to think that they could break me. I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game.

The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room.

Sienna De Luca.

So that’s how she wanted to play it, gracious, composed, unbothered.

That was fine.

Because I didn’t need her to show the cracks.

I just needed to create enough of them for everything between her and Damon to collapse.

Splitting them up, that would be the first step. It would make everything else easier. It would break him, distract him in order for me to be able to slip in. I would be the distraction that he needed. I would be the one that he goes to when he needed to think about anything else, when he did not want to think about her.

After that?

Damon would fall. Just as he should. Just as I knew that he would.

They all did.

And when he did… I would destroy him from the inside out. Just like I planned.