Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 45

She laughed again, shaking her head. “It always has something to do with her. Ever since she ran away from the park, she has been something to you. You have been looking for her. Even when the two of you were younger, you were just roaming around her.”

I slammed my hand against the desk, the sharp sound echoing in the room. “Lysandra, I don’t love you.”

The words hung between us, heavier than anything I had ever said to her before.

She froze, her breath catching. For the first time since she walked in, her anger cracked, revealing something far more fragile beneath it.

But she masked it quickly, her expression hardening once more.

“You’re a coward,” she whispered. “You hide behind your title, behind your fucking responsibilities, but the truth is, you just don’t want to feel anything. You push away anyone who actually cares about you.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. This was not going to turn around to be something that it wasn’t. This was the first time that I spoke truth to her, and I know that it was because of her words.

What’s happened to us, Damon?

The question played in my head for a second too long before I turned my attention to Lysandra, who was now raging. “You think you care about me?” I leaned forward. “You care about what I can give you. The title. The power. The image. And now that it’s slipping away, you’re fighting like hell to hold onto it.”

Lysandra’s lips parted, her eyes flickering with hurt before she masked it with fury. “You’re a fucking bastard, Damon.”

Before I could respond, the door swung open.

“Enough.”

My father’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.

Lysandra stiffened, turning to face him. “This is none of your business.”

Kael stepped further into the room, his gaze sharp. “It became my business the second you started acting like a petulant child.”

Her face twisted in rage. “He asked me to stay!”

“And now he’s telling you to leave,” my father shot back, his voice void of patience. “So take your damn pride and get the fuck out.”

Lysandra’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her hands shaking. “You can’t force me to leave…”

I let out a slow breath, leaning back in my chair. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “I always enjoy watching you realize I was right.’

I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. “She won’t let this go.”

“No,” my father agreed. “But that’s no longer your problem.”

I sighed, my thoughts already beginning to shift elsewhere.

One problem was gone.

But I had a feeling it was just making room for another.

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