Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 16

Sienna:

The silence in the Infirmary was the sound that I started getting used to.

At this point, it was only the constant hum of footsteps in the murmuring of nurses which faded, leaving only the rhythmic beep of the monitors and the soft sound of my daughter’s breathing beside me.

I had my arms wrapped around myself as I debated on how I was going to be dealing with everything that I was now forced to go through. I did not even know how things were going to be. I did not know what the plan was, nor did I know how my fate was going to be from here.

I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. This was not the way that I wanted things to be, not for my daughter at least.

I glanced down at Isla, who was securely asleep in my arms. Her tiny fingers crawled into the fabric of my hospital gown as she let out a small whimper. It was a tough night for the two of us. She was wrestled through it all, her small body seeking warmth and comfort from her mother.

Did she somehow feel that she was unwanted by her father? Did she somehow understand that this was not the way that things were supposed to be? I did not know.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, adjusting her slightly as I rocked her back and forth. Thought of that pained me because I knew that it was my fault. It was not hers. She was not to blame for this, it was not her mistake. She shouldn’t be suffering resentment simply because she was my daughter.

“It’s okay, little one,” I whispered, running my fingers gently along her delicate cheek. “You have me. I’m going to be there for you through it all.”

The words were meant to comfort her, but they only made my heart ache. I had told myself from the moment I knew I was pregnant that I would fight for her, that I would keep her safe no matter what. But now, trapped in this pack, under Damon’s rule, I wasn’t sure how much of a choice I had. I just felt like a prisoner here. I was not even allowed to leave this Infirmary room. While I understood that my daughter needed to be staying here, I understood that she needed to be monitored. I still did not know until when that was going to happen.

No matter how many times I tried to ask, the nurses did not bother responding. It was as if I did not even exist, or maybe my existence was one that they resented here. Either way, neither one of them looked at me, spared me a second glance or a word, unless it was to check on me and check on my vitals.

I heard the door creak open behind me, and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. His presence filled the room even before I turned my head to confirm it. Damon.

His tall frame leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. His green eyes flickered between me and the baby, lingering on Isla for a moment before shifting back to me.

“You’re awake,” he said, his voice void of emotion.

I swallowed and nodded, shifting Isla’s weight in my arms.

“She barely slept,” I admitted. “She kept crying through the night. I couldn’t get any sleep until she rested.”

I stiffened. “And what is the right choice, Damon? Being under your control? Watching you pretend like we don’t exist? Or is it the fact that I chose to run away knowing that you did not even want me? Knowing that you used me?”

His nostrils flared, his fists clenching at his sides. For a moment, I thought he would lash out, but instead, he let out a sharp breath and straightened. “I don’t care what you think of me, but Isla stays here. This is her pack. This is where she belongs.”

“And me?” I whispered. Damon’s expression darkened. He didn’t say a word for a few moments. I just kept my eyes on him, studying his expression, already understanding what he was going to tell me. He did not care whether or not I stayed.

“If you want to leave, Sienna, you can.” His voice was cold, final. “But you leave without her. And if you think of putting on a fight, you are going to be the one to suffer the consequences.”

The room fell into suffocating silence. My heart pounded, my body going rigid at his words.

Damon turned, walking toward the door without looking back. “The doctors will be coming to pick her up soon. The nurses are going to put her in an incubator. You can do it the kind way and allow them to do it. Allow them to do their job or trust me when I say they are allowed to do it by force. The choice is yours…”