Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 233

Every kiss I granted him, every touch, every whispered promise was a calculated move. Giovanni had unwittingly given me power he could never comprehend. He had killed and has given me more blood thinking that he was strengthening himself. The man was a fool to believe that any blood could be of his own benefit, but I was letting him believe in his lie as I gathered my strength.

In my first life, I’d been taught magic, a gift, something precious and beautiful. He had seen it before. He had loved and adored it. The two of us used to spend hours playing with it. I used to grow stronger while he watched. I thought that my daughters would inherit. Then again, they had died. It was sad. If that was actually a word or an emotion that one would feel. Was that what one called it when they were upset over losing someone? I did not know, but I could care less. Giovanni corrupted me. He wanted darkness, wanted power for its own sake. But I resisted. Once. I ran, once. I thought that I was safe at the time.

Now, nothing held me back.

He thought me fragile, a delicate creature brought back by blood and dark magic, but he had not realized the magnitude of his mistake. The power he granted me with each innocent life he sacrificed was growing stronger by the day, festering beneath my cold skin, coursing through my dead veins.

I stepped toward the balcony overlooking the shattered courtyard below. A pale moon illuminated the destruction Giovanni had wrought, the broken bodies, the blood soaking the earth, his tribute to my return. I smiled at their sight as I inhaled their scent, as I sucked off their souls, as I allowed myself to grow stronger.

My eyes narrowed in quiet contempt.

“Tatiana?” Giovanni’s voice whispered behind me, warm, deceptively tender. His hand touched my waist possessively.

I turned slowly, meeting his gaze, smiling softly. “I’m here. I did not expect you to be here so soon. I thought that you had a few things to take care of.”

He studied me carefully, searching for warmth, for the woman he once loved. But I was a shell. He saw nothing, blinded by his own arrogance.

“You’re pleased?” he asked, voice low, filled with misguided affection. “Nothing matters more than you being around me, you being pleased and satisfied in this world.”

I smiled coldly, my fingers brushing gently against his jaw. “I am more than pleased, Giovanni. You’ve brought me everything I could ever want. You gave me everything that I could have ever asked for anymore. What could I have to complain about?”

He would see, in his final moments, exactly what kind of darkness he had truly unleashed.

A shell with no heart, no soul, and no mercy.

He kissed my neck, distracting me momentarily. I kept my eyes open, staring into space but also playing the pleasure role, just as he wanted me to. The more satisfied he was, the easier I got what I wanted. “But for now, how about the two of us have a

little fun together? It has been a while since we have been alone, wouldn’t you agree, my love?”