Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 220

Damon:

“Today is one of those days where I really don’t know how we’re going to be able to deal with anything.” I said without turning to face Sienna. She walked towards me and wrapped her arm around me, kissing my shoulder as she did. I smiled and took her hand in mine, gently kissing her palm.

“We are going to handle it just as we have handled everything else until now. Hard or not, we’re going to be standing by one another side.” She said softly. I pulled her in front of me and connected my lips with her as before she could say another word. She smiled into the kiss before putting away to rest her forehead over my chest, right where my heart was beating. “I know that you’re concerned, Damon, and I know that you are frightened. I know that all of this is not the way that you want things to be. But we are going to have to handle this together. We already started with one step, standing against everything that opposes us.”

“I know, but it doesn’t get easier, not at all.” I said and she smiled. Her smile did not reach her eyes. I knew that she was just as scared, and I knew that she was carrying the same pain as I was. She just did not want to admit it.

We stood by the window of the east wing, staring out at the trees swaying in the breeze, a mug of untouched coffee cooling in my hand. The house was quiet, but it was a tense kind of quiet, the kind that crept into your bones and told you something was coming. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, putting her to my chest. Sienna sighed before Isla cried.

“I’ll go and see her.” Sienna said and I nodded. She walked towards her crib, and I smiled when she lifted her in her arms. It was rare when she slept in her room, but today I wanted her to. I wanted to embrace my family. The family that I’ve managed to somehow make.

I turned to the window before frowning when I saw the one person that I did not expect to see roaming around. I expected her to be asleep after the long day that she had.

She was awake.

Delilah.

I had felt the shift in energy the moment she stirred, even before the nurse came to inform us. The part of me that still didn’t know what to do with her… tensed. But the part of me that understood the gravity of what she carried, the hell she’d walked through to come back here, knew I couldn’t just stand here.

“You should go to her,” Sienna said, voice calm, though I didn’t miss the flicker of hesitation behind her eyes as I turned to face her.

“I don’t want to…”

“I’ll be in the garden,” she interrupted gently, stepping past me. “Take your time. I think… she needs someone to listen. And I trust you to do that. She spoke to me about maybe she’s going to be able to. She spoke to me, but maybe she’s going to need to talk to you about other things, things that she might see as too aggressive or vulgar for me to hear about.”

I watched her walk away, something tightening in my chest. She was everything, everything I had, everything I didn’t deserve, and yet, she still gave me room to do what needed to be done.

Sienna walked outside just as Delilah was walking back in. The two of them looked at each other, but neither one of them said a word. Sienna simply nodded before closing the door behind her. she was pale. Bruised. But alive. Her eyes turned to me the second she saw me walking toward her.

“You’re limping,” I said quietly.

“I’ve had worse,” she replied, her voice rasped from the painkillers and whatever strength it took to survive that escape. “I will admit, I did not expect Sienna to allow me to speak to you.”

“I believe that the two of you have managed to go long past that.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t be on your feet.”

“I needed somewhere I needed to think and staying in bed is not going to do me any good.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest before the two of us walked to the living room. We sat on the couches. I kept a safe distance from her and waited, looking at her, studying her expression.

“You don’t have to say anything,” I told her. “But if there’s something I need to know…”

“He’s gone.” Her words were soft, but they gutted me. “Giovanni has lost his humanity. He killed Nikolai. He made sure that everyone around is dead.”

And then I saw it.

Nikolai.

His lifeless eyes stared up toward the sky, frozen in a moment of betrayal and agony.

The message was clear.

This wasn’t just war anymore.

It was personal. A letter was written on the cloth. I frowned at the sides of it. It was signed with blood.

This is for my traitors. Just as he left this world, they will too. You all will.

This is just the beginning.

-Giovanni.