Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 21

Damon:

The moment the car pulled into the driveway, I knew I was in for a storm.

I watched as Lysandra stepped out of the vehicle. Her hair is clicking sharply against the pavement. Her eyes dark with anger as they locked onto me, and I knew that there was a firestorm of rage, frustration, and hatred.

The driver barely had time to step aside before she was striding toward me, her black coat billowing behind her like the wings of a vengeful angel. I knew that I was in for whatever rage she was here to throw at me, however, that was the least of my concerns. I was going to have to deal with it one way or the other, and I was willing to do so.

I leaned against the entrance of the packhouse, arms crossed, watching her approach. She was stunning, always had been, but tonight, fury made her even more lethal. It made her even more appealing to my eyes.

“Damon.” She spat my name like a curse, her tone sharp enough to slice through steel. “What the fuck have you done? How the funk did you actually think to do that?”

I pushed off the wall, giving her an even look. “You’ll have to be more specific, cara mia. I’ve been busy.”

She scoffed, shaking her head as she stopped in front of me. “Don’t you dare.”

I barely had time to process the slap before my face snapped to the side.

A growl rumbled in my chest, low and warning.

Lysandra wasn’t fazed. She stepped closer, tilting her chin up, eyes flashing with fury.

“I had to sneak out of my own fucking house to see you,” She is snapping at me as she looked me dead in the eye. “Do you have any idea how much trouble I’m in because of you?”

I heard her heels click against the floor as she followed me inside, her presence just as suffocating as the conversation I’d had with my father earlier.

“You let them take me, knowing my father would lose his mind.” She said, putting a hand on my own. “I’m going to go back. I came here to hear what you had to say, Damon, but it does not mean that I’m going to stay here.”

“You are not going anywhere, Lysandra.” I said and she scoffed, shaking her head at me.

She let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. “And why not, Damon? With her being here, I’m not going to stay.”

I took a slow sip, meeting her gaze over the rim of my glass. “Because I wasn’t done with you. Whether or not she is here, you’re not going to leave.”