Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 8

Damon:

I walked out of the Infirmary, each step heavier than the previous one. My mind played with the image of Sienna refusing to even look at her own child.

The way that she looks away from her, the way that her face twisted with pain and rejection made my chest ache. And though I couldn’t decide whether it was out of pain, anger, or just the rejection itself that made my chest tighten, I knew that it was something darker, something that I did not like, something that I wanted to push away.

The hallway was quiet. The faint hum of the heart monitor from her room echoed in my ears, But as I turned to the corner, wanting to leave, one of the nurses hurried towards me, her head bowed respectfully, as if she waited for me to tell her to leave, as if she waited for her command. But I knew that if she had come to me, then there was something that she had in mind.

“Alpha,” she said hesitantly. “I know that this might not be the time…”

“What is it?” I snapped, stopping her. My patience was already a thin line, as it was for her to have a conversation with me right now. It’s not one that I wanted to think about.

“The baby,” she began softly. “She still doesn’t have a name.”

“Isla,” I said, stopping her. “Her name is Isla.”

The nurse was corrected on the before she looked down on her feet, allowing me to leave, I stood there for a moment, debating as I stared at the closed room of Sienna’s door. So starting now, slowed by the medication that she had been given, the thought of her just lying there, broken and hollow, made me feel like something was burning inside of me.

She somehow fought to bring Isla into the world. She did not want to ignore her. She did not want to let her go. And despite me rejecting her at first, she chose to keep fighting for the baby. And yet she was rejecting her now. Nothing about the situation made any sense at this point, I just found myself being in conflict.

I walked out of the room without saying another word. The silence greeted me and I was thinking for it. The less noise I heard around me, the better the outcome was going to be.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“She’s fine,” I replied. “The doctors are monitoring her. And she’s going to stay under monitoring until she is okay to leave.”

Evelyn’s gaze didn’t waver. “And her mother?”

“You just said that you didn’t want to ask about her, that you wanted to ask about the baby.” I muttered as the weight of the question pressed on me. “She’s recovering.”