Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 69

Sienna:

The sun filtered softly through the window as I sat by the edge of the crib, watching Isla’s tiny chest rise and fall. Her fingers curled around the edge of the blanket, her lips twitching now and then as she dreamed. Peaceful. Innocent.

I envied her for it.

I was sitting conflict for the fact that I chose to accept leaving the job offer for her Damon’s request, but I did not deny it yet. I did not reject it. I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I couldn’t bring myself to just leave something that I wanted. Not after everything that I had endured, not after everything that they made me go through.

I knew that I wouldn’t be able to cope with this being alone here. I was going to need to fight back, I was going to need to have something to sustain myself, but I needed to do it in a smarter way. Damon was right, Giovanni and Lysandra could be a threat. But I also knew that even staying here was a threat to me and having nothing to hold on to. That did not make any sense to myself either.

The knock on the door came sharp and sudden.

“Come in,” I called, knowing that it would not be one of the maids as her scent, Luna Evelyn, hit me harder than I expected it to.

She walked inside, her expression neutral and calm, quiet, and I knew that it was not a good thing she did not approach me or speak to me ever since Alpha Kael’s wound.

Her words were still harsh for my ears to process or to digest, but I knew better than to blame her for it. I knew to just hold my own respect, to stand back and wait for what was to come.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said, though her tone suggested she didn’t care if she was. “I would assume that you are taking care of the girl.”

I stood slowly, brushing my hands over my dress. “Not at all. My daughter is already asleep. You’re not interrupting.” She glanced toward the crib, her eyes softening for a moment as she looked at Isla. But the moment didn’t last.

“I heard you’ve been… reallocated,” she said, lifting her chin slightly.

“Excuse me?” I asked, confused.

She folded her arms. “To Damon’s suite.”

The words hit me like a slap. “I didn’t, he didn’t tell me that. I was not relocated anywhere. I’m staying here in my room.”

“No,” she said, her tone clipped. “He didn’t tell me either. It seems to me that he is taking you to stay in his room.” I stiffened. “It wasn’t my idea.”

“I never said it was. But surely you understand what kind of message this sends.” Her eyes were sharp now, her lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re not his Luna. You are nothing but a mere consort who gave him a child, and yet here you are going to stay in his room, the office room where a Luna should be staying.”

I swallowed the lump rising in my throat, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I never asked to be in his life. I didn’t ask to carry his child. But I am here, and I’m not leaving my daughter. If he wants us to be under the same roof, I won’t argue. However, something that I need you to understand learn Evelyn. I’m might not be the woman that you want him to be around. You might have forgotten everything that you fought for. You might have forgotten your words to me, telling me that you want me to be with him. However, I am no consort. I never will be his consort. I never will be the satisfaction of his bed.”

Her nostrils flared. “You’re clever, I’ll give you that. But not clever enough to know how to manage yourself or maintain a limit.”

The words weren’t a compliment.

I clenched my jaw but didn’t rise to the bait. “I’m not trying to play games with you, Evelyn. I have no intentions in doing so.”

“No?” She stepped closer. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re moving up in this house like you belong. And my son… he’s starting to act like you do too. And that is not something that I like, it is something that I intend to put stop to.”

That stung more than it should have. “Maybe he’s just trying to do what’s right.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “He’s going against me, Sienna. Against his own mother. For you.”

“I didn’t ask him to.” My voice cracked slightly. “You think I enjoy being the reason for all this tension?”

“I did,” he said simply. “I want Isla with me. And… I want you where I can see you.”

My chest tightened. “That sounds more like control than care.”

“Maybe,” he said, approaching slowly. “But if you haven’t noticed, everything here runs on control. And right now, I’m choosing to control how safe you are. Both of you.”

He stopped in front of me, his gaze flickering toward the crib where our daughter stirred slightly in her sleep.

Then he looked at me.

“You’ll move in tonight,” he said, his voice softer now. “The maids are already preparing the room.”

I didn’t argue. I didn’t nod either.

I just stood there, heart heavy, torn between the chaos in this house and the strange calm I felt knowing he wanted me close.

It didn’t mean I trusted him.

But it did mean something.

And for now, that would have to be enough.