Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 143

I did not know what to think when Damon took my hand in his. I did not know what he would do. I simply believed that the two of us were going to walk together.

But this… this was beyond anything that I would have expected.

My legs trembled beneath me.

Hell, I did not even know how I was still standing on my feet.

I had stood through battles before. I had faced rejection, betrayal, humiliation, and yet, nothing prepared me for the weight of standing before an entire pack, hearing Damon Lockwood speak my name as if it were sacred. As if it belonged to something more than just a shadow of a woman who once begged him to even see her.

“Breathe, Sienna.” He whispered, looking down at me when he saw that I was completely frozen, not moving, not knowing how I was going to react.

I couldn’t. Not with everything that was going on, not with the moment that just passed.

Not now when he suddenly held my hand.

When he suddenly called me Luna.

The crowd had dispersed. The moment passed. But my heart was still caught in it, trapped between disbelief and something I wasn’t ready to admit aloud. Ethan looks at me for a moment, giving me a gentle nod, a small smile forming on his face. His eyes met mine, and for a moment I couldn’t help but find myself not missing a flicker of pain in them. But he was quick to mask it as a smile formed back on his face.

I caught sight of her, the woman who has sparred doubt in me as she was being walked by the guards out of the pack. I frowned. Damon did not even spare her glance. It was as if this was the most normal thing that could happen. Maybe it was, but I did not know what she would have done to trigger him into kicking her out there that he did.

“Let’s go inside.” He whispered to me, snapping me out of my train of thoughts.

The number of things that were roaming around my mind were countless. But he did not stop. His eyes were still as gentle as they were.

Damon tugged gently on my hand, guiding me back through the house. Neither of us spoke, though the air between us crackled like the storm I could feel building inside my chest. I kept my eyes low, not because I was afraid, but because I was overwhelmed.

Because I did not know how to react when it came to a situation like this one.

And he knew it.

He saw it in my eyes.

He didn’t rush me. Didn’t try to fill the silence with meaningless words. He just walked with me, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, grounding me like only he could. Because deep down, I knew that he was the only person who could keep me grounded.

When we reached our room, I expected him to let go.

But he didn’t.

He stepped behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he buried his face in the curve of my neck. I gasped, my body instantly leaning into him, my pulse pounding with something that wasn’t fear. It was… peace.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, husky against my skin. “You haven’t said a word.”

Tears burned behind my eyes. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to hear it. Not just feel it. Not just guess at it in his touches and in his silence.

But to hear it.

To know it.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.

A slow smile curved his lips as he pulled me to his chest, holding me like I was the only thing that mattered. His hand curled around the back of my head as if shielding me from the world.

No titles. No pack politics. No games.

Just us.

And for the first time in what felt like forever…

That was more than enough.