Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 339

Sienna:

Her voice was a rasp, but it was enough.

“Go…” she breathed again, blood staining her lips now. “Get… him.”

Her knees gave way.

I caught her before she hit the ground, her weight sagging into my arms. Her chest heaved, shallow and quick. My hands pressed to her wounds, desperate, already wet with her blood.

“No, no, no, you can’t go. Not now, not before we’ve ended this. You’re not going to go anywhere.” I said, shaking my head at her, refusing to allow myself to think that I was going to lose her now when we just barely got her back. No one. I just found out that I had a sister, not when we had a lot to make up as memories.

Her head lolled, but her eyes, dark and fierce even through the pain, stayed locked on mine.

“Don’t stop…” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Don’t… stop now… I want you to go and do this if you have any value for me, Sienna, go and do this. End this war. End them all. I need you to end them all.”

I kept my eyes on her for a few moments before wiping my tears as they fell from my eyes. I laid her gently on the ground before swallowed back the pain that I felt.

I looked at her for a second before bracing myself for what was to come, forcing myself to stand even as she clung weakly to my sleeve. My heart raced with each step that I took, but I knew that I was going to need to do it for her. “I give you my word that I’m going to do this for you.”

My voice was above a whisper as I spoke, but I did not bother waiting. I didn’t even know if she had heard me, but I did not care. I ran.

Damon was already moving before I could speak. His roar split the battlefield, golden eyes blazing as he tore through the stunned line of wolves and smoke toward Giovanni.

Giovanni didn’t flinch.

He didn’t even care that we were coming towards him. The man was ready for this. He was more than just excited to see this. Of course he was. He was the one who started all of this war.

He lowered the pistol, calmly sliding another round into the chamber, his cold eyes tracking Damon as though he’d been waiting for this moment.

It was the second that I reached Giovanni that my eyes widened when I saw a demon colliding with him, the two of them clashing against one another as if they were more than just ready for this. Damon came for anger. He came to get his rage and his revenge.

The ground shook beneath their clash, claws on steel, fury meeting calm cruelty. Anger, meeting, hate. Everything. Enemies, war, rage, everything collided into this simple moment.

I knew that Ethan saw this. I knew that he wanted to go to her, but he was also rushing towards Giovanni. He was not going to do her any good if he stood by her side, not when his enemy, her enemy, was out and standing.

And if we let him live, if we allowed him to get away with this, then we have betrayed her. And I knew that for a fact.

“Lysandra!” I shouted over my shoulder. She was already there, crouching beside Delilah, her hands pressing to the wound. ” Don’t let her go under! Keep her here! Please let her live.”

Lysandra’s jaw was tight as she worked, her words low and soothing against Delilah’s ear even though her hands were stained red.

I watched as she helped her, as she lifted her in her arms before I turned my attention to the fight that was happening before my eyes.

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