Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 79

Damon:

I caught her scent the second that she walks inside the house expecting her to come to the room, though the maids have already packed her things based on whatever order she gave.

I listened for a while. She was walking around. She was satisfied. She was in her old bedroom.

Her footsteps were light, always careful. Always soft. As if she never wanted to be heard.

It used to piss me off. Now… now it did something else entirely.

Now it showed me how much I wanted her to be around.

But not today.

Today, I was pissed again.

Not only did she cross her limits by going to work at an office or commoner, she refused the job that Ethan was willing to offer her. And now she was defying me.

I stood near the hallway window overlooking the gardens, arms folded tightly across my chest as I watched one of the maids walk back into the house. She had just delivered food to Sienna’s room. Her room. The room that she decided to go back to without considering my word, without considering anything that I told her.

As if I wouldn’t notice.

As if she wasn’t now supposed to be staying in my suite.

As if she was not the mother of my child, a woman who was supposed to be my Luna.

A muscle ticked in my jaw as I turned, storming down the hallway. I didn’t even try to keep my footsteps quiet as I made my way to the wing that hadn’t been touched in years. A room that she barely had opened when mother told her to move back here instead of her old family’s place. Not since she was a teenager. Not since she was just the little Omega girl who used to sneak into the training fields to watch me and my warriors fight.

I reached the door and didn’t bother knocking. I pushed it open, only to find her sitting on the bed, Isla’s onesie folded neatly in her lap, her head tilted in surprise. She looked at me for a moment too long before humming, waiting to hear what it was that I was going to tell her.

She didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even bother pretending she was guilty.

“Something you need, Alpha?” she asked, cool as ever. “I would assume since you’re here, you would need something.”

I stepped into the room, the door clicking shut behind me. “I already told you not to do this, and yet, here you are.”

“I didn’t realize I needed your permission to sleep in a room I grew up in,” she said, folding the onesie again and placing it inside the drawer beside her. “Wasn’t aware you were assigning rooms now. I am allowed to stay in my room and I am allowed to stay where I feel comfortable.”

I let out a slow, humorless laugh. “You were supposed to stay in the suite.”

“No,” she said calmly, standing up to face me. “You told me to stay there. You didn’t ask. And considering the fact that you made it your life mission to stay away from your room while I was there, might as well give you your privacy back.”

I narrowed my eyes. “And now you’re choosing to stay here? After everything I did to make sure you were comfortable? I am doing my fucking best and yet you are doing everything in your power to just push me away from you!”

“Comfortable?” she repeated, disbelief flashing in her eyes. “You mean keeping me under your nose so you could control what I do, where I go, how I breathe? That’s not comfort, Damon. That’s prison with a better bed. I want to live, and I am not going to be able to do it when I am under your damn mercy.”

My hands clenched into fists at my sides.

She was impossible.

I closed the distance between us, my voice low but sharp. “You think this is easy for me? Having you this close and still not knowing what the hell to do with you? You think I like this game we’re playing?”

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t speak.

“I’m trying,” I muttered, voice strained. “Even if it doesn’t look like it. I’m trying.”

She stepped back slightly, brushing her hand over her neck like she was unsure how to respond.

“I need space, Damon,” she said after a long pause. “I need to breathe. And you hovering over me doesn’t give me that.”

I studied her for a moment, then nodded once.

“Fine,” I said tightly. “But know this space doesn’t mean I stop watching. You’re still the mother of my child. That makes you my concern whether you like it or not.”

And with that, I turned on my heel and walked out, ignoring the burn in my chest and the way her scent still clung to my skin.

She wanted space?

She could have it.

But she was still mine to protect.

Even if she hated every second of it.