Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 138

Damon:

She said it.

After everything that I pushed her through, she said it.

She said the words I hadn’t been able to say.

And I didn’t say them back.

Even now, lying in bed, her warm body curled up against mine, her head resting on my chest as she slept peacefully, I couldn’t stop hearing her voice echoing in my head.

I love you.

It was soft, barely a whisper when she said it. But it struck like thunder.

And I just… froze.

I didn’t pull away. I didn’t push her out of my arms. I didn’t pull out of her. Hell, I made love to her like she was the only thing in this world that made sense.

Because she was.

And that was the terrifying part.

She was the one person that had managed to crack walls that I did not expect to be broken again. She was the one person who did it before and once have built once I found myself living a life that I knew would be fitting for an alpha, she once again managed to break them.

I had spent years building walls, mastering control, drowning out the things I didn’t want to feel, especially anything that sounded like love. But with Sienna… I couldn’t escape it. I couldn’t escape the fire that I felt towards her, how drawn I was towards her, how close I wanted to be to her, how everything that she did mattered.

She stirred softly in my arms, her cheek nuzzling against my chest. I held her tighter. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted my lips to linger with hers. I wanted her in my arms forever. I did not want this moment and.

My hand moved slowly across her back, gently tracing circles over her bare skin, committing every inch of her to memory. I kissed her hair and closed my eyes, just breathing her in. Inhaling her scent was gone to ground me. It has been the one thing that’s been keeping me grounded for the past few weeks anyway.

Delilah didn’t matter right now. Whatever that woman was, whatever game she was trying to play, she did not matter. But she was right. Why was I not able to reject her? If I did not want her around, why wasn’t I rejecting her, pushing her away? If I did not believe in the mating bond, why was I keeping her here? If I did not believe in what she was playing, why did it affect me as much?

The mess, the lies, the pressure from the board, my mother’s sharp glances, Giovanni’s shadow stretching further into my world, it all disappeared in this moment.

All that remained… was her.

My strength.

Weakness.

Happiness.

And also my pain.

Her eyes fluttered open, groggy at first, until she saw me watching her. Her lips curved into a gentle smile, one so soft and real that it made my chest ache all over again.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

I brushed her hair back from her face, kissing her forehead. “Morning.”

She stared at me for a moment longer, like she was trying to gauge something in my eyes. But she didn’t ask. She didn’t push. She was giving me my privacy, she was giving me the moment to be able. To open up to her on my own. But how can I explain something like this to her this way? How can I explain something that I know is going to break her heart?