Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 134

Giovanni:

I could feel it…

The rage swelling beneath my skin, pulsing like a steady drum in my veins.

And no matter how hard I try to control it, I could not. My wolf was raging. I was raging.

Delilah had been planted carefully. Trained perfectly. Molded into the image of subtle seduction and manipulation. She had every tool I’d given her to break the Lockwoods from the inside, to unravel Damon and make Sienna crumble like dust under her own feet. She had been taught to be the woman that would end them all. She was trained for that. She was trained for that revenge. And now that she was there, she was failing.

And yet… it wasn’t happening fast enough.

I saw it in his eyes when he looked at her. I saw it when he connected his lips with hers. He was claiming her and she was claiming him. My daughter was failing to some extent. She was not attracting his attention. She did not catch her eyes.

I poured another glass of whiskey, the expensive kind I saved for celebrations. Only today, it tasted bitter on my tongue. The warmth did nothing to soothe the fire burning through my chest. It only angered me more. It only made me feel more rage than I wanted to admit.

Delilah had the advantage. She had the face. The charm. The fabricated bond.

And yet, Damon Lockwood hadn’t faltered the way I expected. He did not even spare her a glance of anything. He’s been chasing around that rat Omega throughout the whole day.

Something was wrong.

“Still no results?” a voice purred from the doorway. “Judging by your expression, I can tell that things are not going the way that you have planned for them to go.”

I didn’t have to turn. I knew who it was. Her son had already filled my nostrils the second she had walked inside the house. I did not even know where she was, but I knew that she was roaming around, distracting herself, clearly angry and furious, but I did not care. At this point, she was the least of my concerns. She was nothing but a failure in my eyes.

Lysandra stepped into the study, her heels tapping against the marble floor, her arms crossed, a smirk carved onto her perfectly painted lips.

“Well,” she said with a shrug, “I suppose it’s not my fault now, is it? Even your hand-crafted golden girl couldn’t get him to heel. I guess that makes us both failures. Or are you willing to admit that they are more difficult to manipulate than you have expected them to be?”

I turned my head slowly, eyes narrowing at her.

“Watch your tone.” I warned, glaring at her. “I’m neither in the mood nor do I have the patience to listen to whatever bullshit you have to put in.”

“Oh, I’m not mocking,” she said, tilting her head. “Just observing. You trained her, what, her whole life? And yet she still can’t get him out of Sienna’s arms. Maybe the bond isn’t as strong as you thought. Maybe you underestimated just how deep Damon’s obsession with that Omega really runs. Or maybe you overestimated how charming your daughter might be.”

Her words sliced deep, and she knew it.

I set my glass down and stood from the chair.

Lysandra’s smugness faltered when I took a step toward her. She stiffened, lips parting slightly, but I didn’t touch her. I didn’t need to. She was already willing to submit, and I knew that if she did not, she knew the consequences of that. She was not stupid, but she was testing her boundaries.

“You’re speaking far too freely for someone who’s already been cast aside, I am merely keeping you here because you are my daughter, but that does not mean that I’m not willing to push her away.” I said coldly. “You had your chance, Lysandra. Years. And all you managed to do was burn every opportunity I gave you to ash. And you did it in years. At least your sister has been there for a few hours a day or two. How long have you been there?”

She flinched at that.

“Delilah,” I continued, turning my back to her, “still has value. She’s adapting. She’s planning. Unlike you, she understands subtlety. Patience. The art of infiltration. And the worst part about it? You allowed it to get inside your head and your emotions.”

Lysandra’s fists clenched at her sides.

“She’ll fail,” she muttered. “And if you believe that she is any better than me, then you are going to be proved wrong, Father.”

The bond.

The child.

The Luna.

Sienna De Luca.

She was the fracture point. The thin glass in an otherwise impenetrable wall. And if I applied just the right amount of pressure…

The entire structure would collapse. And when it collapsed, it was not just going to ruin her, but the entire family. It was going to start with the alpha then end those that surrounded him.

My lips curled into a smile as I walked to my desk, pulling out the next set of papers.

It wasn’t over.

Not yet.

I just needed the perfect strike.

And I would start… with the heart.

With Sienna.