Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 306

Tatiana:

To say that I was angry was an understatement. I was furious. And I was raging inside.

The chamber was filled with silence, but not peace. It was rarely ever filled with the peace that I wanted to create for myself right now. It was just filled with me thinking, pacing around, and watching as I grew weaker, as my influence grew weaker.

Mirage simmer just below the surface and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I burst out on those that were around. Giovanni was no longer under my control, and that made it harder.

I sat atop the throne Giovanni had so graciously handed over months ago, not because he was weak, but because I made him. Because he allowed me to make him as weak as he was. His body, once carved of dominance, now bent subtly when I walked into a room. He called it love. I called it design. And I called it will.

But today… he did not bow.

He refused to look at me. He refused to allow me to approach him. He was remembering and he was angry. No matter how hard I tried to explain that it was for the best, he would not listen.

He watched me from across the hall with narrowed eyes, and I felt it, the moment my grasp faltered. The moment my control slipped. The strings I’d embedded into him had begun to fray.

Because of her.

Because of Delilah.

I stood, slowly, letting my fingers trace the edge of the darkened stone pillar beside me.

“She fought me,” I whispered, voice barely audible. “All of them keep fighting Carter, her, even your daughter.”

Giovanni raised a brow. “I’m curious about what you’re talking about or who you’re talking about. At this point I can assume that it is not Lysandra.”

I tilted my head. “Our creation. The girl that you carved so casually, that turned against you so easily, and is now standing against you, against us, against everything that she should know.”

“She’s not mine,” he snapped. “She lost that right when you decided to winterize your own, when you decided to allow her to see through you through your weakness.”

He was trying to break from me. I could feel it in his bones. I could feel it in his eyes, and I could see it in his rage, his body language.

“You’re losing control,” he said quietly. “Because I can see very clearly that she’s not going to weaken, nor is she going to bend the knee to you, submit to you, or even spare you a second glance. I’m curious about what you’re going to do when that happens.”

“No,” I whispered, stepping closer, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m gaining clarity. And it is not going to happen. Do you want to know why? Because I do not stand back, nor do I give up. I fight back and I fight back. Claws, nails, hands and fists. I’m not going to stop. I don’t care what I need to sacrifice in order to gain my own power. That is the difference between all of us. That is the difference between you and me.”

And he didn’t see the look in my eyes. The hunger. The burn.

“Now, if there’s nothing else that you would like to add, you can leave me alone. I have to think, because it seems to me that two of us are not on the same page anymore, regardless of standing on the same team.” I said, looking away from him.

“Because I am curious about what you aim to do.”

“I’m going to start by Delilah, taking her down piece by piece, and to do that I’m going to need to take him down. The man that she believes herself to be in love with.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “And when Ethan fell, I’d make sure she watched. And only when she is most vulnerable will I regain my control. When she is most broken will I get inside her head and will I use her to my own benefit. Now run along, I have things to do. And planning to make. If you will excuse me, my beloved…”