Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 169

Damon:

The morning sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, painting soft golden lines across the bed where Sienna was still curled up against me. Her hair fanned over the pillow, her breathing slow and even. I stayed still, watching her for a moment longer, memorizing the peace that lined her features.

The peace that she had when she was asleep in my arms. The safety that I knew that she felt when she was by my side.

For once, there was no tension between us. No walls. No fear. Just her… trusting me enough to sleep in my arms without reservation.

I wished I could let her stay like this.

I wished that I could hold her in my arms a lot longer, away from all the power, away from all the anguish, from all the pain. From all the hate. I wish that I could keep her safe, away from all of it.

Wished I could pretend a little longer that everything was perfect.

But I couldn’t.

Not with what I knew.

Not with what I had to tell her.

It was the reason why I brought her here. If she broke down, I wanted it to be here, away from everyone’s eyes.

I brushed my fingers along her jaw, and her lashes fluttered before she slowly blinked up at me. She smiled, that soft, sleepy smile that damn near broke me every time. She laid back on my chest, allowing herself to rest once more as she curled up, cuddling in my arms a little more.

“Morning,” she whispered.

“Morning, Luna,” I teased, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She laughed quietly, shifting closer. “We should stay here forever. You know what, if we bring Isla here and just live here away from all the commotion that we have to deal with, imagine this, her playing around, growing here, living happily. In a world where there is no trouble, no pain, no anger. She’s just going to be happy.”

I wished we could.

She didn’t know how much I wished for this to happen.

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, my chest tightening. “Sienna… we need to talk. There’s something that I need to tell you.”

She stiffened slightly, sensing the change in my tone.

“What is it?” she asked, her smile fading a little.

I sat up against the headboard, pulling her gently with me so she was sitting on my lap, her legs draped over mine. I needed her close. I needed to hold her when I shattered whatever peace we had left. I needed to hold her close when I knew that I was going to say something that was going to break her inside. I needed her to understand that I was going to be the one to hold her tight.

“There’s something about Delilah you need to know,” I said carefully.

Her whole body tensed in my arms.

“She’s not just some rogue that wandered into our territory.” I said, taking a deep breath.

“I believe they’ve already established that part.” She said, and I hummed in response. I said, cried for a moment. I allowed myself to breathe. “Is she connected to you in some way?”

“She’s connected to you. She’s not connected to me.” I kept my voice low, steady, even as I watched confusion, and fear, flicker across her face.

“What do you mean connected to me?” she asked, her voice a fragile whisper. “What would I have to do with a person like her?”

I swallowed hard. “She’s your sister, Sienna. Your blood.”

The words hung heavy between us.

Sienna blinked. Once. Twice. As if she didn’t understand what I had just said.

Sienna sobbed quietly, burying her face against my chest.

I rocked her gently, whispering soft assurances against her hair, my heart breaking with every tear she shed.

I hated that I had to be the one to break her peace.

But she deserved the truth.

And she deserved to know that no matter what blood ran in Delilah’s veins… it didn’t change who Sienna De Luca was.

My Luna.

My mate.

My heart.

I kissed her hair, tightening my arms around her as if that could shield her from the pain.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered fiercely. “I’m not letting anyone take you away from me. I promise you that.”

And I meant it.

Because losing Sienna wasn’t an option.

Not now.

Not ever.