Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 150

Sienna:

The soft hum of birdsong outside the cottage window was the first thing I noticed. That, and the warmth.

It was a warmth that I felt, that I did not expect to feel, that I did not know or understand. But the smile that formed on my lips told me quickly that I was well aware of what it was from, that it was from one person and one person alone.

It wasn’t from the fire, which had long since burned down to soft embers. But from him. From Damon.

The man that would have done anything to get rid of me was the same man that I was now with.

His arms were wrapped around me, one of my legs tangled with his, my cheek resting against the steady rise and fall of his chest. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palm, slow and steady. His scent, now entirely imprinted on my skin after what happened last night, was a calming balm I never knew I needed this badly.

Hell, everything that had happened last night was pure bliss in a way that I did not expect, that brought me and my wolf peace in a way that I did not account for. It happened in a way that I did not think that I would be feeling.

I stirred gently, not wanting to wake him just yet. But almost instantly, his arms tightened around me.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, voice deep and laced with sleep. “Not yet. I still want you to be laying in my arms. I want to feel you as I rest, as I lay down.

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I tipped my head up to look at him. His green eyes opened slowly, and the moment they met mine, something warm flickered through them.

“Good morning,” I whispered. And though I was still shy, I wanted nothing more than to connect my lips with his, reminding him that I was now his, reminding myself that this was real. Even the feeling of him by my side did not feel real. It felt like nothing more than a dream.

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “It is now.”

I let out a soft laugh and burrowed closer into his chest, feeling the skin-on-skin contact stir memories from just hours ago. My neck throbbed faintly where he’d marked me. I could still feel the pulse of the bond, as if our souls were now completely entangled.

His fingers lazily drew circles over my lower back, and I sighed against him. “So… you really did it. You actually marked me as yours when we did not even put that in consideration, when we did not even talk about it, you marked me as your own.”

“Mhm.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “You did too. Despite us not talking about it at all, you still marked me as yours too.’

I tilted my head slightly. “Do you regret it?”

I couldn’t help but ask. Maybe he did not want to be with me, not completely. Maybe this was not how I expected to feel his mating bond. Maybe this was not what he wanted in the first place. Maybe I was not what he wanted.

He gave me a look that made my breath catch. “Not even for a second. And if I had to do it again, trust me, I am more than willing to keep repeating it day and night, over and over again just to make you feel that I want you by my side.”

There was something in the way he said it, no hesitation, no teasing. Just truth. Just pure and loving truth, just honesty. And the way that he looked at me, I found myself smiling involuntarily.

He shifted slightly, rolling onto his side to face me properly, his hand moving up to cradle my cheek. “You’re mine now. Officially. No more questioning that.”

“Yours,” I echoed softly, resting my hand over his. “And you’re mine.”

His smile was boyish, rare and beautiful. “I think I liked hearing that more than I should have.’

”

He stood, bare and completely unbothered, walking to the kitchen. I bit my lip, watching him. After everything we’d been through, after all the hurt and distance and tension, this felt… surreal. Real. Intimate in the most unexpected way.

He handed me a cup a few minutes later, brushing his lips over the top of my head before sitting down beside me on the floor, our backs against the edge of the bed.

We sipped quietly, the silence between us comfortable and warm.

“This feels like a dream,” I said softly. “And did you just walk out naked in front of the maids, Damon?”

He turned his head toward me. “It’s not. This is us now. And the someone jealous that anyone else would have seen her mate being naked?”

“No, I’m not jealous. It’s just awkward that you would walk around being naked. I believe that you could at least put on some pants or boxers.” I said, and he laughed.

And in that moment, with sunlight streaming through the windows, his mark throbbing gently beneath my skin,

and his fingers laced with mine, everything just felt whole. The two of us together just felt real.

Because this wasn’t just a new chapter.

This was our beginning.