Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 308

Lysandra:

The room was too quiet.

Too still.

This was going to be painful for both him and myself. I knew that him because it would be physical, for him it would be mental, and myself because I knew for a fact what it was to have to endure her pain. And I knew what it was to have to fight just to stand in our world to keep her away from you.

Even now, with the tension hanging in the air like smoke, no one dared to move when I stepped forward, as I walked toward him. Carter sat chained, shaking, his eyes darting like something hunted. Damon stood to the side, stiff and silent. Ethan’s jaw was locked. Sienna and Delilah were in the doorway, watching, waiting.

I knew that neither one of them wanted me to be here. They did not believe that I was strong enough to handle it. They also knew that if anyone was going to be able to handle it, it would be me. Giovanni had used me as a pawn to her. He broke me in ways that couldn’t be imagined. No one would do that to his daughter. I knew that for a fact and yet he chose to do it to me, and for that I knew that I was going to help anyone who was suffering the same fate.

“Lysandra, what are you doing?” Damon asked, his voice low and warning. “Getting closer to him is not going to help you, it is going to end up harming you.”

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I knelt in front of Carter. His skin was clammy, and his breath came out in shallow gasps. The mist hadn’t touched him, not physically, not yet. But I knew that look. I’d worn it once too. When everything inside was screaming, and your own mind had become your battlefield.

“I know what this feels like,” I whispered. “And I’m not going to let it destroy you. I’m not going to allow you to give in to it because you’re going to fight for a very long time before you are able to breakthrough or you’re going to allow her inside your mind. And if that happens, you are going to lose yourself. And I do not want you to lose yourself, Carter. You cannot lose yourself to her. You shouldn’t allow yourself to be yourself.”

I placed my hands on Carter’s wrists, the cold metal biting into my palms as I reached for the shackles.

“Lysandra, stop,” Damon ordered. “You don’t know what you’re…”

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” I interrupted, loud enough to silence them all. “And if anyone else stops me, trust me, you’re not going to like it.”