Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 35

Damon:

The room was quieter than I expected. No tension. No bitterness. Just the soft, rhythmic sound of Isla’s breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as Sienna shifted slightly, adjusting her hold on our daughter.

I would have expected the nurses to come back, but I was surprised when neither one of them did. It was as if they were giving us our privacy and they had to admit. For a few moments I found myself appreciating that.

I sat back, watching them, my arms resting on my thighs as I tried to process everything.

It was very peaceful, the day and the way things went, everything about it was very peaceful.

Sienna was tracing gentle circles over Isla’s cheek, her touch featherlight, her expression softer than I had ever seen. There was something about the way she looked at our daughter, like she was her entire world, like nothing else existed. Something inside me stirred and I didn’t know what it was, but either way, I knew that there was not a feeling that I liked.

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to look away.

The familiarity of this scene, of her, of us, unnerved me.

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not after everything. Not after the long period of time that the two of us have been away from one another.

Sienna had been a mistake. A fleeting indulgence I had allowed myself once. Yet, as I sat there, watching her hold the one thing that tied us together forever, I found myself questioning that belief.

“You’re staring,” Sienna murmured, not looking up. “And you are lost in thoughts.”

I blinked, realizing I had been caught. “No, I’m not.”

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You are.”

“You speak as if you know me too well.” I said and just looked upon me, raising an eyebrow.

“I believe that I’m the only person who might know you well enough, who might know who you are hidden under the shade and under the cover of being an alpha. But we don’t talk about that, do we?” She asked sarcastically. I looked at her, blinking twice as I was surprised by her answer. And I realized all too quickly that she was waiting for an

answer.

I scoffed but didn’t argue. Instead, I shifted in my seat, leaning back against the headboard. “She looks like you.” Sienna finally glanced up, amusement flickering in her tired eyes. “You think so? They say that a girl has many faces when it comes to changing. Especially in the early stages when they grow up.”

“I’m sure that she’s going to be growing older and changing, but I believe that she’s going to look a lot like you.” I nodded, my gaze drifting back to Isla’s delicate features. “She’s got your nose. And your stubborn little frown. The same frown that’s going to drive me crazy once I see her growing older or when she hits her early teens.”

Sienna smiled, running her fingers through Isla’s fine, dark hair. “She has your eyes, though. I’m sure that she’s not going to bother you so much. She’s not going to give you a hard time. And even if she does, it’s not like you didn’t give the alpha and Luna a hard time before.”

I tensed at that. It was true. I had to fight back laughing at her statement. But deep down, I was lost in something else. She did indeed have my eyes. The same deep green that reflected back at me in the mirror every day now belonged to the small, fragile creature in her arms.

It did something to me. Something I wasn’t sure I liked.

We fell into a comfortable silence after that, neither of us willing to break the moment. It was… nice, in a way I couldn’t quite place.

Sienna yawned, shifting again, her exhaustion evident. And I knew that she’s been doing it for a while now. She needed to rest. She had to allow her body, the break for her to be able to stand strong.

Sienna shifted under the covers, adjusting herself against the pillows. “Damon?”

I turned.

She hesitated, then shook her head. “Never mind.”

I frowned but didn’t press. Whatever it was that you wanted to tell me, I had a feeling deep down that I believed that it would be better for me not to hear it out. If I did, then things were going to be a little more complicated for me. I wouldn’t be able to just ignore the clutch that I had in my chest.

I walked toward the door, gripping the handle before pausing.

That feeling, the one I had been ignoring since I walked into the room, pressed against my chest, demanding to be acknowledged.

I pushed it down.

Buried it.

This changed nothing.

“Get some sleep,” I muttered before stepping out and closing the door behind me. “Your body needs it.”