Sienna:“Fuck…” I hissed as he pulled out of me, my body aching at the sudden feeling of being empty. My chest rose and fell as I watched him sit, his back facing me for a second too long before he got up from the bed. It was as if I was not even there by his side, and that was something that I could not understand. It was as if he was just alone. The man that was just with me seemed to have disappeared and changed to this completely.I watched as he put on his clothes, not bothering to turn around and face me. He didn't even smile, he didn't say a word, he just stayed quiet as he proceeded as if I did not even exist. I couldn’t help the frown that formed on my face. He was my mate, and yet, instead of choosing to lay down with me even for a moment, he chose to walk away. He chose to just turn around and leave. That did not make any sense to me.The way he held me in his arms, cradling and kissing me, played in my mind. It was the most beautiful thing that I could have ever expected
Damon:“What do you mean she’s gone?” I asked Ethan, my best friend and beta, glaring at him. “How the hell can the Omega be gone without anyone knowing where she went?”“We couldn’t find her at her house. I knocked a few times, and when she didn’t respond, I broke the door down, but she wasn’t there…”“Find her,” I said, cutting him off. Ethan nodded and ran out to follow my order, knowing I wasn’t joking around at this point. The last thing that I wanted to deal with was the Omega running away right now.Lysandra, my girlfriend, frowned when she saw my concern. She didn’t know that Sienna was my mate or that I had rejected her for Lysandra over a month ago. Of course she wouldn't. She wouldn't be here, nor would Sienna be alive if Lysandra knew. She would have had her head a long time ago.“She left. Why are you upset about it?” she asked, crossing her arms as she walked toward me. Her blonde hair and brown eyes met my green ones. Shaking my head, I walked past her without saying a
Sienna:I put my hand on my stomach as I walked down the dimly lit street heading towards the apartment that I rented after finishing my last shift of the day. It was a long one, I had to admit that much. But no matter how much I wanted to deny it, I was thankful for the long days.They kept me busy and they kept the thoughts, no matter how cruel, dark or painful they were away from my head.“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Mommy’s going to keep you safe,” I whispered, speaking softly to my baby. I ran my finger over my stomach as I stared into space, not saying a word for a few moments.The girls that I felt in my chest as I thought about how Damon did not even know that he was going to be a father was one that I couldn't shake from my head, but I also knew what would happen if I told him. He wouldn't let me keep the child. A baby born from a rejected mating bond was nothing more than complications to her mat last. He wanted to hide it. The fact that we were mates and that meant that he was
Damon:“I don’t care whether or not she’s dead. I want her body if you have to drag it here,” Dad, Kael Lockwood, snapped, his glare burning into me. “And I will not take any excuses as I response.”“My men are already searching for her. She hasn’t shown up at her university in months. If she were still in the city, we’d have found her by now,” I retorted, my voice sharper than I intended. His tone grated on me, as if I wasn’t the Alpha and he still held that title. He was my father. I respected him for that, but that did not mean that he could cross his limits.Dad’s eyes darkened, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. In an instant, his hand shot out, wrapping around my neck. I stood, making sure not to do something that I was going to regret, reminding myself that the man standing in front of me was no regular pack member.“Kael!”Mom’s voice broke the suffocating silence, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. He growled again, silencing her. She never did like when the two of us arg
Sienna:“Fucking hell.” I hissed, putting a hand on my stomach and another herb kicked tore through me.My knuckles had turned white as I gripped the doorframe. My breath hitched with each passing second, but I knew that I couldn't skip work today. No matter how tired I was, I needed to get there.The last thing that I wanted was to under being fired. However today the kicks were relentless. Each one harder than the other was. With only a few weeks left until my due date. I knew that this was something that I did not expect. I knew that the child was still finding its way inside of me. With all that I know it was going to be a little too strong for me to deal with. So I'm go inside me.“Come on, baby, your mom needs to go to work.” I whispered as I grabbed my back. It was just a small collection of essentials just in case I needed anything. Each step today felt harder than the other and heading towards the café seemed to be almost impossible. It was as if it was further than it ever h
Damon:I froze for a moment as I processed the situation that I was in before allowing myself to digest what just happened as Lysandra rushed out of the room, wanting to be anywhere but by my side.“Lysandra, wait!” I called, catching up to her and grabbing her arm. She yanked it free, spinning around with tears streaming down her face. Her anger could be seen a mile away, to the point where I knew that things were not going to be ending well if they proceeded to go the way that they were. “Let me explain…”“You!” she screamed, her voice trembling with both anger and heartbreak. “You lied to me! You rejected her, huh? That’s your excuse? You rejected her but still slept with her? You fucking slept with that thing and chose to play the game of innocent?”“I didn’t plan for this!” I snapped, my frustration taking over my actions as I looked at the anger that she was throwing at me. “I never wanted it to happen this way!”“No, you didn’t plan it. You just used her, didn’t you? And now sh
Sienna:“How could you be so fucking reckless?” Damon snapped as he reflected on his anger. “How the hell could you allow this to happen in the first place?”“What are you talking about? What the hell did I do?” I asked, frowning in confusion at his question. He couldn't be seriously asking me something like this, not after everything that he had done, not after he had tried to use me the way that he did.“How did you allow yourself to get pregnant? How could you allow something so stupid to happen to reckless to happen?” He asked, shaking his head in question. “Who did you think you are to keep carrying the alpha’s baby?“I'm sorry, but you're being serious right now, Damon?” I asked, voicing out my question.“Of course I'm being serious. You would have been dead if I hadn't found you. How would you have taken care of the child? Have you looked at yourself? You couldn't even take care of your own self. Have you seen how weak you’ve become?” He asked, making my heart drop. He couldn't
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 a
Damon:The tension in the room was suffocating.And the more I thought about it, the more I knew that things were not going to go my way, the worse things were going to happen, and I knew the harder they were going to be.Lysandra stood in front of my desk, arms crossed, her eyes burning with fury. She had stormed in the second she heard I’d met with Giovanni. I could already feel the storm brewing before she opened her mouth. She was not going to stop before, she was going to get what she wanted, but right now this was not an option. Not when I knew that her father was on the verge of threatening the pack. It was something that I was refusing right now and it was something that I was going to make sure that he understood the consequences of. But first, his daughter needed to go back to him.“You told me to stay,” she hissed, her voice dangerously low. “You asked me to stay, and now you’re telling me to leave? You brought me here. You sent your men to bring me here.”I leaned back in
Sienna:The walls of my childhood room felt both comforting and suffocating all at once.After the argument that I had with Lysandra, I've been staying here in the bedroom.I found myself feeling out of place and the weight of the conversation between Damon and I did not make things any easier. The one thing that held me together was my daughter. Her presence here was the one thing that kept me strong. Otherwise, I didn't know what I was going to do. I just found myself wondering how I was going to be able to deal with things. And I knew that now Damon was avoiding me. After the conversation, he hadn't bothered to come to visit me once. And I knew that he was seeing our daughter outside the bedroom. He was avoiding me as a person.I wasn’t sure what was worse, the silence or the unspoken words.It would have been a lot easier if he had told me to stay quiet about it, to drop the subject or that there was nothing more than a past. Little did I know, I believed that it did not mean anyt
Damon:For the past few days, I had done everything in my power to avoid Sienna.At this point, the last thing that I wanted was to see her. The last thing that I wanted was to endure being confronted by something that I did not want to speak about.It wasn’t difficult. She stayed in her room with Isla, only leaving to visit the incubation room. And me? I made sure that the only time I saw my daughter was when she was with the nurses.They would take her a few times to check on her and when that happened I would come and see her. I would make sure that she's OK before I left her to go back to her mother.It was easier that way.Easier than dealing with the weight of her words.What happened to us, Damon?That damn question had been circling my mind like a vulture waiting to pick at the remains of something long dead.And I did not like the effect that it was having on me. Her words had more effect on me than a man hitting me in the face. And that was not something that I liked. It was
Sienna:The evening air was cool against my skin as I stood on the balcony outside my room. This room had more memories than I thought that it would, but I knew this. No matter how hard I was going to try and deny it, things were not the same. Me being inside this room did not mean the things were going to ever go back to the way that they were.Isla was with the nurses. They believe that it would be good for me to be able to get some rest and they would be taking care of her considering that she was fed and was well taken care of throughout the whole day by me. I wanted to argue, but I also knew that they might have a point. Getting some sleep was a good thing, but I couldn't. Plus it was a little too early for me to be able to do so anyway.I leaned against the railing, wrapping my arms around myself, lost in thought.Today had been… eventful.Between arguing with Lysandra, walking out of the room for the first time and everything that had happened, Damon even defending me. Everythi
Damon:I walked toward my office, my jaw tight, my mind a storm of frustration.I needed to get away from the commotion that was going around the park and I knew that I was going to need my peace of mind if I was going to be able to maintain and manage anything that was going around me.Lysandra was pushing my limits. Again.And she was not going to stop. I knew that.At this point I found myself regretting the idea of telling my man to bring her back. I expected her to be easier. I expected things to go a lot smoother. Little did I know was that she was planning on playing this game a little more difficultly than I thought she would.I had barely stepped inside when the door was shoved open behind me.I exhaled sharply, already knowing who it was before I even turned around.I had already caught her scent and was well aware that she was following me. And not only was she following me, but she was following me for trouble. She was following me to argue. As if I needed the headache.Ly
Sienna:The halls of the packhouse were eerily silent. Each step I took echoed softly against the polished floors, reminding me that for the first time in weeks, I was outside my room, moving on my own.And though I knew that deep down, a feeding told me that I shouldn't be roaming around as easily as I was, my body still needed a brick. And I also knew that the park was not an exactly safe place for me. This was not a place where I was entirely wanted and I knew that my presence here was still something that most of the pack dreaded. Me and Omega being the mother of the alphas only heir.But I needed this. The feeling of my legs carrying me forward, the slight burn in my muscles from being still for too long, it was the closest I’d felt to freedom in a while. A freedom that I did not value until I found myself losing it. Though technically I did not lose it, I just found myself being misguided towards it. I found myself being pulled away from it.It Evelyn had encouraged me to try an
Damon:The room was quieter than I expected. No tension. No bitterness. Just the soft, rhythmic sound of Isla’s breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as Sienna shifted slightly, adjusting her hold on our daughter.I would have expected the nurses to come back, but I was surprised when neither one of them did. It was as if they were giving us our privacy and they had to admit. For a few moments I found myself appreciating that.I sat back, watching them, my arms resting on my thighs as I tried to process everything.It was very peaceful, the day and the way things went, everything about it was very peaceful.Sienna was tracing gentle circles over Isla’s cheek, her touch featherlight, her expression softer than I had ever seen. There was something about the way she looked at our daughter, like she was her entire world, like nothing else existed. Something inside me stirred and I didn't know what it was, but either way, I knew that there was not a feeling that I liked.I clenched
Sienna:The room felt foreign yet familiar at the same time. The scent of freshly cleaned linens filled the air, mingling with the faint traces of lavender that Evelyn must have arranged for me.Her kindness to me was one that I was never going to forget. It was at the moment where I felt the smallest and the weakest that I found myself needing her. Every word that she had said, everything that she told me, I just kept it in mind. I knew that it was a mother who would speak to her adultery this way, but I did not have a mother. My mother had passed away a very long time ago.The walls held echoes of my past, of the girl I used to be before everything changed. Before he changed. Before the two of us have lost one another as friends.I ran my fingers along the edge of the wooden dresser, feeling the smooth surface beneath my touch. My body still ached, exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin, but I forced myself to stay awake. I couldn't keep laying on my bed throughout the whole d
Damon:The packhouse was quieter than usual, the weight of unspoken words thick in the air. I moved through the halls, my mind preoccupied with the responsibilities I had to handle, yet no matter how much I tried to focus, my thoughts kept drifting back to her.Everything about her presence angered me even more than I wanted to admit. Even the idea of her being in the same place as me was one that I did not want to believe, I did not want to accept nor acknowledge.Sienna was out of the infirmary. And rather than sending her to her house or locking her up, no she was not. She was moving back to part of the pack house where she once lived. The place that I wanted so much to use to forget that she was ever here and yet my parents never allowed. It was as if she was treated like their daughter even more than their son.It didn’t sit right with me.She was supposed to be temporary. She was supposed to walk away.She was supposed to leave without a fight, without an argument. She was suppo