Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 310

Tatiana:

The scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it.

Not one of pain, no, pain was fleeting. I couldn’t care about whatever pain that they wanted me to feel. I had none.

This was rage. And this region, I knew, was not going to end, not until I put a stop to all of this mockery.

It was deep. Feral. Ancient. And to say that I was furious was going to be an understatement.

My screams echoed through the obsidian chamber I stood in, making the mirrors along the walls tremble. I clutched the edge of the table, mist crawling along my skin like snakes starving for blood, but none of it soothed the crack inside me.

She fought me.

Lysandra. Of all those who could fight me… HER!

That trembling girl… She fought me.

And worse, she won. Worse, she was making it harder for me to be able to control him. And right now, whenever I tried to get inside his head, I couldn’t because she was standing there because she was teaching him not to allow me to.

“The fucking bitch.” I growled, shaking my heads as I tried to control “You are making me lose everything that I’ve been fighting for.”

Though I knew that she couldn’t hear me, I was furious and I knew that I had to let the words out. And the fact that she was his daughter and did not make it any easier.

My connection to Carter had shattered like glass beneath a boot. One moment, I was inside him, my claws reaching, my whispers threading into his veins, and the next?

Oblivion.

Silence.

Rejection.

So why now? Why were they fighting back? Why were they suddenly standing strong? Why was everybody having their own will?

I slammed my fist into the mirror nearest me. The glass shattered, splinters embedding into my knuckles. The mist recoiled, then thickened, curling tightly around my throat like a noose.

“She’s growing stronger,” I muttered. “They’re all growing stronger and this is not something that I like. This is not something that I want to think about and I know that if I leave them to be as they are, they’re just going to end up breaking everything that I’m trying to build.

Lysandra wasn’t the only one.

Delilah. Sienna. Even Ethan.

They were all rising in defiance, and I could feel it in the way the bond between my puppets slipped like sand through my fingers. Delilah had already broken everything down. Sienna did not even submit. Lysandra, who I believed I broke, managed to stand again, and now Carter. Ethan, I was going to need to get rid of one way or the other.