Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 43

Sienna:

The walls of my childhood room felt both comforting and suffocating all at once.

After the argument that I had with Lysandra, I’ve been staying here in the bedroom.

I found myself feeling out of place and the weight of the conversation between Damon and I did not make things any easier. The one thing that held me together was my daughter. Her presence here was the one thing that kept me strong. Otherwise, I didn’t know what I was going to do. I just found myself wondering how I was going to be able to deal with things. And I knew that now Damon was avoiding me. After the conversation, he hadn’t bothered to come to visit me once. And I knew that he was seeing our daughter outside the bedroom. He was avoiding me as a person.

I wasn’t sure what was worse, the silence or the unspoken words.

It would have been a lot easier if he had told me to stay quiet about it, to drop the subject or that there was nothing more than a past. Little did I know, I believed that it did not mean anything to him and that was not something that I liked.

I sighed, running my fingers over the crib where Isla slept. Her tiny chest rose and fell with each delicate breath, her little hands curled into fists. She looked peaceful, unaware of the storm brewing around her.

At least one of us could rest easy.

At least one of us could feel a little peace in this place.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.

I hesitated before answering, keeping my voice calm. “Come in.”

The door opened, and to my surprise, Evelyn stepped inside, a small basket in her hands.

“I brought you some things,” she said with a soft smile, setting it down on the small table near my bed. “Some fresh clothes, extra blankets, and a few herbs that should help with your energy levels. You need to be taking care of yourself and not only your daughter. She needs you to be strong for her and that is not going to happen with you neglecting your own health.”

I forced a small smile in return. “Thank you, Evelyn.”

She glanced at Isla before turning her warm gaze back to me. “How are you feeling?”

I exhaled slowly, my fingers brushing over my daughter’s tiny hand. “Tired. But I’m fine. My body is somehow recovering I think, but it’s going to take me a while to fully recover I believe. The nurses say that I’m strong though, which is a good thing an assurance.”

Evelyn didn’t believe me, I could see it in her expression. But she didn’t push.

Instead, she stepped closer, lowering her voice. “I heard Giovanni was here today. It seems to me that Lysandra is refusing to leave and he is not liking that.”

I stiffened, my fingers momentarily freezing over Isla’s hand before I forced myself to remain calm. “Is that so? I thought that she wanted nothing more than to leave.”

Evelyn nodded.

“I didn’t hear much, but I know it had to do with Lysandra.” She sighed, shaking her head. “That girl has always been headstrong, but I never thought she’d dig herself this deep. She wants Damon to fight for her. She does not want to leave and she does not like the fact that he is not doing so. She is going to keep going on the way that she is. What she does not understand is that she’s going to drag herself into deeper trouble than she is going to want to deal with.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t know how to respond. Lysandra wasn’t my concern. I had enough problems of my own without adding her to the mix.

Still, I couldn’t shake the unease that settled in my stomach.

Giovanni wasn’t a man who made idle threats.

And if he was here, it meant things were only going to get worse.

Instead, she reached out, squeezing my hand. “I just want you to know that you’re not alone. You have Isla, and no matter what happens, you’ll have me. I’m going to stand by your side through it all, just like I did when you were younger.”

The words hit harder than I expected.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat and nodded. “Thank you.”

Evelyn gave my hand one last squeeze before pulling away. “Get some rest, Sienna. You need it.”

She turned, walking toward the door, and just as she reached it, she paused.

“If Damon doesn’t come around, then that’s on him,” she said softly. “But don’t let his silence make you believe you’re worth any less than you are.”

With that, she walked out, leaving me in the heavy quiet of my own thoughts.

I let out a slow breath, turning back to Isla.

I reached down, running my fingers gently over her soft cheek.

For now, none of it mattered.

For now, the only thing that mattered was her.