Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 19

Sienna:

I was left to debate on whether or not I was going to end up fighting him.

It was going to be a bad option for me to do so, and knowing the situation of my daughter, I also knew that putting her at that risk was something that I did not want to do. She did not deserve it.

The infirmary felt quieter than usual.

Though I knew that everyone was talking outside, all their voices were muffled out. I just felt like I was alone. I just felt like everything had turned against me in a way that I knew I couldn’t just easily fight back.

I wished that I could, but I knew that I couldn’t.

The air felt suffocating and thick pressing on me. But I stayed quiet as I held my ground, as I looked down at my girl.

I held Isla close, her tiny body tucked against mine, her warmth the only comfort I had left. She slept soundly, her little hands curled into fists against my skin, unaware of what was about to happen.

I, however, was all too aware.

The moment the door creaked open, I knew.

I didn’t look up. I didn’t need to. It was not like I couldn’t catch their sent anyway. It wasn’t like I did not hear him giving them the instructions.

“Do what is necessary for my daughter. Even if it means taking her by force.” His words made my chest ache. But it was then that I realized that fighting back was not going to take me anywhere. It was only going to push me away from my daughter, even most likely put her in more danger than she should be.

She was too young for this. She did not deserve all of this. This conflict was not supposed to be something that she got caught into at this age or even older, she was still very small. And now she needed the care of the nurses. No matter how many times I wanted to convince myself that I was going to be able to take care of her, I knew this deep down, she was going to need their help.

I did none of those things. I was not going to do that. I was not going to hurt my daughter like that. Instead, I let out a slow breath, lowering my head to press a lingering kiss against my daughter’s forehead.

Then, I extended my arms, offering her up without a word.

The nurse hesitated, startled, as if she hadn’t anticipated my submission. I didn’t miss the way she faltered before reaching out to take Isla, her expression unreadable.

I kept my eyes locked on my daughter, watching as she was carefully lifted from my arms.

“She is going to be in safe hands. And you can come and see her whenever you want. She’s just going to need to be monitored in an incubator. It is going to be the best option for her.” The nurse spoke, trying to assure me. I did not respond.