Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 141

Sienna:

I had never felt more like a stranger in a place that was supposed to be home.

My bridges got back home from work, so surprised that Damon did not bother showing up. Ethan was nowhere to be seen. I went to the office and was just there alone. But I was thankful for that. I managed to finish a few things to take care of. I managed to finish the papers that were stocked up, the reports that needed signing and anything that needed reading. But that did not ease the pain that I felt.

The halls were quiet as I walked, my fingers brushing the edge of the stone wall absentmindedly. Isla was with the maids for a while, Evelyn insisted I rest, insisted that I take some time for myself. She believed that I would not be able to cope with all of this stress on my own. She believed that taking care of things by myself was not going to be good answer.

But what she didn’t understand was that resting only gave me more time to think. And thinking? That was where it all started to unravel. And though I knew that she understood my pain, though I remembered her words, though they looped in my mind, I still could not bring myself to ignore the feeling that I had.

I was trying, god, I was trying. But Damon had been… different. And last night told me that there was something else on his mind, something that he was doing his best to try and hide, and that made it even more painful than anything.

Because of her.

Delilah.

The woman that did not want to find it in herself to leave, to understand that she was not welcome here. When I put my hand on her forehead yesterday, when I looked at her, when our eyes were fixed on my mother’s, I saw anger and I saw challenge. I was neither foolish nor blind. She was not here by coincidence, but had no proof to give, and I was being kind enough to allow her to say I was stupid. But I did not suspect this.

I wanted to pretend I was being paranoid. That I was insecure. That the weight pressing against my chest wasn’t anything more than shadows of the past I still hadn’t let go of. But it was more than that.

I felt it.

The way his body tensed when she was near. The way his voice dropped when he spoke of her. He hadn’t told me what she meant to him, only that she was injured, that she was being taken care of. But it wasn’t the words he did say that made me worry. It was the ones he didn’t. It was the way that he looked at her. It was the guilt that he held in his eyes.

And now?

Now, every time I closed my eyes, I could see her face. I could hear the softness in her voice when she thanked me. The politeness in her eyes. But it was too polite. Too rehearsed.

I wasn’t an idiot.

I’d been cast aside before. Lied to. Played. Rejected. And though I did not want to admit it, but I was the one who was on his bed when Lysandra believed him to be loyal. I knew what it looked like when another woman entered the picture. And while Damon had sworn I was the only one, something inside me twisted every time I saw her near him. And that twist was starting to bleed.

I opened the nursery door and stepped inside. The scent of lavender calmed my nerves instantly. Isla was in her bassinet, already asleep, the maid sitting nearby reading a book. She looked up, nodding at me gently before standing to leave.

I walked to the bassinet and leaned over, brushing my fingers across Isla’s forehead.

She was so peaceful.

So unaware of the chaos blooming around her.

“I promise,” I whispered, “I’m not going to let anyone take this from you. Not this pack. Not your father. Not Delilah. I’m going to be shredded, defend you with everything that I have.”

I sat down on the rocking chair beside her, my hands resting on my lap as I stared at the floor. A soft knock came at the door moments later.

“Come in,” I said.

Ethan stepped inside, his eyes unreadable.

“Sienna,” he said gently. “Damon wants to see you in the office when you’re free.”

He sighed, stepping back. “I know you’re worried. About her. About everything. And I know I haven’t been doing a great job of proving you have nothing to worry about. But I need you to trust me.”

“I do,” I said softly. “I’m just scared. I don’t want to lose this.”

“You won’t,” he said. “You won’t lose me. I’m just having a lot on my mind and dealing with it. I just find it harder to contain myself, to be able to maintain everything that I’ve been trying to hold on to.”

“Then you need to allow me in as your Luna. I’m supposed to be the one to stand by your side. You shouldn’t be handling all that pain alone.” I said, my voice softening.

He pulled me to his chest, holding me tightly.

And for a second, I let myself believe him.

But I couldn’t shake the voice in the back of my mind.

The one whispering that someone else was trying to take everything I had built.

And I didn’t know if I was strong enough to fight for it again.

Not if it meant breaking.

Not if it meant losing him twice.