Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 298

I snarled, but kept my smile. He needed to fall for my game.

He didn’t see it yet. But I was unraveling. I had poured too much of myself into him, my time, my magic, my power. And now, as he resisted, he was taking it with him. I wasn’t going to allow that to happen. I couldn’t allow him to grow stronger again. Not after everything that I’ve done.

“You don’t even know how much I’ve given you, I tried my best to help you maintain everything. But it seems to me that you don’t want it.” I said, running my fingers across his jaw. “You wouldn’t be standing if it weren’t for me. You would have been buried with your brother, with your enemies, forgotten. You would have been long dead. Those who are your enemies would have managed to find the right way to you. You would have fought them for a while. But you know, a while is not going to be enough.”

Giovanni caught my wrist mid-motion. Tight. Hard. His eyes meeting mine as he let out a low snarl of anger. I froze for a moment, processing the moment as he tightened his grip around it.

“And yet I am standing. And I think that terrifies you.” He said, his voice low with anger.

For a second, just one, I faltered. My skin prickled. His grip hurt. Actually hurt. He was hurting me.

“You’re not supposed to touch me like that,” I whispered. “You’re hurting me.”

“I’m not supposed to remember either,” he hissed. “But I am. Every day, the fog in my mind clears. Every night, your voice gets fainter. And I’ve started dreaming again. Of things I should remember. And trust me when I say, if you thought yourself to be cleaver, then you’re very wrong. You were a weapon that I wanted to forge, a weapon who got loose. It is time for me to restrain you once again, remind you who you truly belong to.”””

The vase behind him cracked. The same vase that she broke. The same vase that I tried to fix to contain whatever power I still had. But it was not enough.

I tried to push into his thoughts, but the door was barred. A wall. No entry. He was not allowing me in. He, just like that boy, was blocking me. And now I couldn’t get in.

Giovanni stepped closer, twisting the dagger. He was smirking as he looked far more amused by what was happening. “Maybe you’re not as strong as you think.” He whispered. “You seem to be losing a lot of yourself. It is almost amusing to see. You as frightened as you are as you seem to know what it is that you’ve done.”

His eyes widened. The wine glass shattered at his feet.

And I smiled.

“There, now. Don’t forget who still holds the leash.”

“That is, of course, if you’re strong enough to keep holding the leash, my beloved…”