Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 153

Lysandra:

The moment the words left the maid’s lips, something inside me cracked.

He marked her.

My ears rang. My vision blurred.

“He what?” I had asked, though I’d already heard it. My heart hammered against my rib cage and I shook my head, not wanting to believe that this was true, not wanting to believe that everything that I tried, everything I tried to pull up, everything just went in vain. And he chose her.

“Alpha Damon… marked Sienna,” the maid whispered, oblivious to the storm brewing behind my eyes. “They returned from a trip. They just announced it this morning. The entire pack knows now. She’s officially…”

I didn’t hear the rest. My feet moved on their own. I slammed my bedroom door shut, the sound echoing through the hall. My breathing grew shallow. I ripped the first thing within reach, a vase, a lamp, something crashed to the floor. Shards of porcelain and glass scattered across the tiles, but I didn’t care. I didn’t stop. I was not going to stop.

I couldn’t.

Not after what I just heard. Not after the pain that I was living in. Not after the rage and the anger that I felt. He marked her.

That Omega. That filthy, undeserving…

I grabbed the mirror off my wall and flung it with both hands. It shattered with a violent crash, pieces flying like sharp raindrops. One of them sliced my palm, but I didn’t even feel it, not at first. Not until I looked down and saw the blood dripping onto the floor.

I stared at the blood for a moment, my hand shaking.

And that was when my knees gave out.

I didn’t sob.

I screamed.

Not out of pain, not only out of pain, but also pure, raw fury. I screamed until my throat burned, until my fingers ached from clutching the edges of the dresser, until my body shook.

The door creaked open.

I wrapped my arm around myself, wanting to calm down, but there was no calming down here. How could he mark her? How could he choose to mark her?

“What the hell is going on? Your voice can be heard at the end of the road.” Delilah’s cold voice rang from the doorway, but the moment she stepped in and saw the state of the room, and the blood, her frown deepened. “You’re bleeding.”

“Don’t act like you care,” I hissed, my voice hoarse. “Get the hell out of my room. I don’t even understand what allowed you inside in the first place.”

Delilah approached slowly. Her eyes landed on the shattered glass, then on my hand. She’s not even comment or bother about me kicking her out, her eyes meeting mine before she started the surrounding in the bedroom before she studied me. “What happened?”

“He marked her!” I spat the words. “Damon. He marked Sienna! The whole pack knows. He stood there, announced her as Luna. Just like that. Like I never existed. Like I wasn’t the one meant to be beside him. He just chose her. Despite everything that I’ve done for him, despite me standing by her side, living with him for years, he always refused to mark me. And he marked that thing, that filth. He just marked her.”

Delilah’s face stiffened. I saw it. That brief moment where her lips parted, where her expression faltered. She hadn’t known. She did not hear of this. Of course she did not. She did not have maids, spies, and people who were still loyal to her within. She did not manage to make surroundings, she simply managed to fail at seducing him.

“I do,” she said firmly. “I get it more than you know.”

For a brief second, her mask slipped. Her voice almost cracked. She said nothing else, just tied off the bandage and sat back, wiping her hands.

“Giovanni cannot see you like this,” she added quietly. “You know how he is with weakness. And you don’t want him to turn against you. You’re already on his butt side. You don’t want to be pushed away.”

I swallowed hard, nodding slowly.

She reached out again, this time to wipe the corner of my eye with the edge of her sleeve. Her touch was delicate, calculated, but something else lingered there. Not sympathy. Not friendship. Something darker.

“Wipe your tears, Lysandra,” she said calmly. “Because this isn’t over. If you won’t finish what you started… then I will. You’ve been fighting for quite some time, but you did not understand that this game goes beyond simply seducing him with your body. You need to get inside his head and you don’t want to end up losing everything that you have been fighting to make.”

And with that, she stood.

Composed.

Deadly.

“Wipe your tears and don’t show your cut. The maids are going to come inside and clean. If he asks what happened; a glass fell from you and you tried to pick it up before the maids came to help. That’s the story that they’re going to tell. As long as you keep your mouth shut, maids are going to do so too.” She said before walking out. She held the door for a moment before looking at me over her shoulder. “And this is the last time that you allow yourself to cry over that man. And any man, to say the least. Trust me when I say that neither one of them deserves it…”