Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 57

She gave me a pointed look, arching a brow. “Oh, please, Sienna. I may be old, but I’m not blind. I see the way he looks at you now. And I see the way you try not to look at him. It is something that I’m actually happy about.”

I frowned, shifting Isla slightly in my arms as she continued to drink. “Nothing is happening between me and Damon.”

Evelyn hummed as if she didn’t believe me. “You’re closer. I like seeing you both this way. It shows me that maybe, just maybe, there’s a little hope.”

I shook my head. “Evelyn, I…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” she said, cutting me off with a soft smile. “I just want you to be happy, Sienna. Both of you. The two of you being together is good. He is training you, he’s helping you out, but you are flourishing something in him that I thought died a long time ago. And that is something that I’m happy about. That is something that I want you to know. That is why I came.”

Her words stirred something in me, something I wasn’t ready to name.

I wasn’t sure happiness was something Damon and I could ever have.

Not after everything.

Isla let out a soft sound, her tiny fingers reaching for my hand. I sighed and refocused on her, gently stroking her little hand with my thumb. She was all that mattered right now.

Evelyn walked over to the crib, pulling out fresh linens as the maid entered the room, ready to change Isla after her feeding. I carefully handed my daughter over, watching as they worked, ensuring she was comfortable, her little body swaddled in warmth.

I leaned against the rocking chair, exhaling slowly as exhaustion tugged at me. I knew that things were easier for me as a mother within the pack. This was something that I was happy about, so I was thankful for Evelyn made sure that everything was smooth for me, that I was not alone, that I did not feel like I was alone.

But I couldn’t help but feel myself exhausted. The day had been long, training had left me sore, and the moment with Damon had left me more shaken than I wanted to admit. And now evidence words just played in my head in a way that I did not know how to acknowledge or accept.

The maid finished her work and stepped aside as I bent down, carefully placing Isla in her crib. I brushed my fingers over her soft curls, smiling faintly as she settled into sleep.

A sudden awareness prickled at the back of my neck, and I stiffened.

I let out a shaky breath, running my fingers through my hair before sitting down beside Isla’s crib. My thoughts were a tangled mess, my emotions even worse.

Damon Lockwood was a mystery I wasn’t sure I was ready to solve.

But deep down, I knew one thing for certain, he was getting closer. The two of us were getting closer to one another.

And I didn’t know if that was a good thing… or a dangerous one.

And the worst part about it was the fact that I did not know whether I wanted it to stop or I didn’t.