Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 68

Damon:

The door to my office slammed shut behind me, the echo cutting through the silence like a damn bullet.

My blood was still boiling, mother’s words, Sienna’s defiance, her voice, her stubbornness, that slap she almost gave me. The kiss. God, the kiss.

I ran a hand down my face, dragging a sharp breath into my lungs as I leaned over the desk, gripping its edge so tightly the wood creaked under my fingers.

I gripped on it for life, as if it was going to be the one thing that grounded me, that kept me sane, that reminded me that I was an alpha. But I knew that I was not going to be. It was only a matter of time before I broke the desk completely.

What the hell was happening to me?

Before I could even calm myself down, the door opened.

I didn’t need to look to know who it was. The sharp inhale. The tension in the air. The quiet defiance. Her scent which was to my nostril snapping my wolf, making him both angry and intrigued.

Sienna.

She stood by the door for a moment, her chest rising and falling like she’d run all the way here. Then she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She did not slam the door, she simply closed it, as if expecting me to snap out her, as if she was playing with fire, as if she knew what she was doing.

“Get out, Sienna,” I said, not turning around. “Trust me when I say no, it’s not the time for the two of us to be having a conversation.”

“No,” she said, her voice firmer than I expected. “You don’t get to kiss me like that and then walk away like nothing happened. You do not get to treat me like this, not anymore. I’m not going to allow it, Damon.”

I turned to face her slowly, my eyes narrowing. “That kiss was a mistake.”

“It didn’t feel like one.” She said, shaking her head. “It felt like one that was made out of frustration and out of anger. It was not just a spark of a moment, either.”

“Because you’ve always been too good at forgetting what’s real and what’s a fantasy,” I snapped, instantly regretting how sharp I sounded. “Because you seem to find yourself wanting to hold on to a fantasy. That is never going to happen.

She flinched, but she didn’t back down. I did not need to think twice to know that she was going to fight back with everything that she had.

“Then tell me what the real part of this is, Damon. You say I’m not your Luna. You say I don’t belong. But you won’t let me leave, won’t let me work, and now you…” She paused, her voice cracking. “Now you kiss me like I’m the only one that exists. You say that I’m not fit to be your Luna and yet you want me to act like a Luna? What the Hell’s going on with you?”

Silence.

Painful. Tense. Shattering.

I crossed the room in two steps and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her toward me.

“You drive me insane,” I growled, slamming my lips onto hers before she could speak again.

She melted against me, her fingers tangling in my shirt, and I deepened the kiss until I couldn’t breathe. Until there was nothing in the room but the heat of her body against mine, her soft whimpers, the desperate way she kissed me back like she needed this just as much as I did.

Her back hit the wall, and my hands were all over her, her waist, her back, her hips. My control slipped, and I didn’t

care.

“In return, I’ll make sure you’re not treated like a ghost in this house. I’ll be the one to help you get back on your feet properly. No strings. But no outsiders either.” I said, keeping my eyes on her, wanting her to listen to every single word that I was saying. Want to hang her to understand what I was telling her.

She hesitated. “And Isla?”

“She stays where she belongs. With both of us. Not just one.” I said, my voice softening. “She needs both her parents. If we’re going to keep acting as enemies, she’s not going to be able to have her stability. If you are fighting to offer it, then we might as well do it our way, do it right, without putting ourselves or her in danger.”

Another pause. Then she nodded.

“Alright,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “But you don’t get to keep pushing me away whenever it gets hard.” “I can’t promise I won’t,” I muttered. “But I’ll try.”

She reached up and brushed her fingers against my jaw. “Then I’ll try too. But I also make no promises. If I see you pushing me to my own limit, then I am going to make things. I’m going to play this game my own way.”

We stood there, not speaking, not touching, just breathing the same air like it was enough to keep the storm from swallowing us whole.

It wasn’t peace.

But it was a truce.

And right now, it was the most dangerous one I’d ever agreed to.