Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 204

Delilah:

The silence of the infirmary room was heavy.

Too heavy.

And now it held the weight to my chest more than I thought it would. It was painful and I was growing angrier by the second.

I had been walking again for a day now, quietly testing my strength, watching the way my body responded, gauging how much longer I could afford to stay caged in a place like this. A place that I knew I did not belong in. My wounds had scabbed. My limbs still ached. But I could move. I could walk. And I had stayed far too long already.

I was pulling on the jacket someone had left for me when the door opened. Evelyn.

Of course.

The one person that was within this place that has been avoiding me since I arrived here. I was thankful for it. I did not want to see her. I did not care what Alpha Kael said. My mother died for her. She lived regardless of what happened, and my mother died.

She walked in with that same look in her eyes, part pity, part compassion, and it made my stomach churn. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want softness. Not from her. Not from anyone.

“Do you need anything?” she asked gently. “You have been staying here for the past few days. The nurse has told me that you started walking. And it seems to me that you are getting ready for something.”

I didn’t look at her. “No. I don’t need anything from you.”

She stepped closer. “I know you’re in pain, Delilah. I can see it in your eyes. I understand what…”

“You don’t understand anything,” I snapped, voice cold. “Stop trying. I don’t need you to sympathize with me or to try and play a game of mercy on me. I am going to be the last person that you can do this to.”

Sienna’s eyes widened. “Delilah, you should be resting. You barely just started standing. Where are you going?”

I let out a hollow laugh. “Resting? It’s been days. Days of pretending. I gave it to you the first time I sat because I needed to heal. I needed to recover, to fight back. But I think that you realize that I’ve healed and I’m okay to stand and fight.”

“You are still healing,” Sienna tried again, stepping toward me. “You were shot…”

“I don’t care!” I shouted, the sound bouncing off the walls. “I can’t stay here! I shouldn’t have stayed this long. I should have left the second I was able to stand on my feet, the second you were kind enough to show me mercy, as your mate called it to tend to my wound.”

Damon raised a brow but said nothing. He just looked at me, like I was something wild, something dangerous. Something he wasn’t sure he regretted letting in yet.