Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 130

Sienna:

I stared blankly at the floor, the tea in my hands long forgotten, growing cold in the ceramic cup. My fingers curled tighter around it, like I was holding on to something, anything, that wouldn’t slip through my grasp.

But the truth was, it already had.

No matter how hard I try to deny it, they always said that a woman does feel when everything was slipping from her grasp and right now I felt it all too deep.

I didn’t need to say her name to feel her presence crawling under my skin. The moment I saw her, Delilah, I knew she wasn’t just some lost girl who happened to wander into our lands. She was not some stranger who would just walk in and leave without an effect.

She was more than that.

And worse… she was beautiful.

Not in the vain, superficial way Lysandra flaunted. No. Delilah had that effortless kind of beauty, the one that didn’t need much to leave an impression. With her long dark lashes, soft voice, and mysterious demeanor, it was the kind of presence that made men stop and look. And Damon…

He looked.

Even if he didn’t mean to.

Even if he didn’t want to.

He still looks at her, he still watched, and deep down I knew that he found himself getting lost, admiring even.

I had seen it. I’d felt the air shift. The moment she stood there, vulnerable, wounded, whispering how she was attacked, how she was lost. His stance softened. His tone, calmer. His eyes… unreadable.

But I noticed.

I always noticed.

“Stop it,” I muttered under my breath, pressing my thumb against the lip of the cup. “You’re being ridiculous. You’re only going to drag yourself into more trouble than you want. And frankly, more trouble than you even need.”

“I thought I’d find you here.”

I looked up sharply, startled by Evelyn’s voice as she walked into the sitting room. Her expression was curious at first, but as her eyes swept over my face, her smile slowly faded.

“You’re quiet,” she said, stepping closer. “Lost in thought. And you are avoiding everyone, everything. That could be your responsibility and you don’t want to speak to anyone.”

I forced a small smile. “I was just… thinking. I needed my space. I needed to be alone.”

She tilted her head. “About the new girl, isn’t it?”

I flinched.

That was all the answer she needed.

“I…” I tried to laugh it off, but the sound cracked midway. “Of course not. Why would I be thinking about her? She’s nothing but a wounded stranger who’s going to leave after she heals.”

I blinked, stunned. “I’m not moping around…”

“If you want to be Luna, act like Luna,” she snapped, stopping me. “Not some girl hiding in the corner, waiting for someone else to steal her life. Force his respect, Sienna. Claim your place. Because when you stand tall, no other woman can reach high enough to take your crown.”

I stared at her, heart pounding.

“This is your life now,” she said. “So stop waiting for someone to hand it to you. Walk back into your room, hold your daughter close, and remind yourself that Damon Lockwood may have power…”

She leaned closer, her voice a whisper.

“…but you have the fire that makes him burn. That’s what Lockwood Lunas do. They burn their alphas when they are underestimated or disrespects it. They are the one person that can stand in front of them. And I need you to be that person. I do not want you to be a weakling, you understand me? Not today, not ever. Not for this woman or the others that will appear in his life.”

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, speechless-shaken, but not broken.

Because maybe she was right.

Maybe I didn’t need to fight like a girl begging for attention.

Maybe I needed to rise… like the Luna I was meant to be.