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 had been.
I was just a few blocks away when another kick forced me to stop. My wolf stirred, her unease spreading through me. And then I saw him. His eyes landed on mine for a moment.
Damon Lockwood.
No…
My breath caught, and I froze mid-step. And when he took a step closer, my heart hammered against my rib cage, feeling like it was going to pop out.
He didn't recognize me at first. That was something that I was sure of. How could he though? The woman that he knew was gone. My once radiant face was now pale and exhausted, with dark circles under my eyes from the sleepless nights of endless work.
But as my son hit his nostrils properly, as his recognition donned his expression, the sharp pain in my abdomen returned, stronger than before, and my knees buckled. A cry escaped my lips before I could stop it. I looked down, and my heart dropped at the sight of red.
Blood…
“Sienna?” Damon’s voice cut through the haze, but I barely registered it.
“My baby…” I whispered, clutching my stomach as my vision blurred.
Strong arms caught me as I collapsed, and his scent. So familiar that it made my heart skip a beat for a moment. So familiar that it made my heart ache.
“Hold on, Sienna,” he murmured, his voice steadier than I expected. “Help is on the way. Just hold on. I just really need you to hold on…”
And suddenly everything around me went dark.
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I woke up to the steady beep of the heart monitor, the sterile scent of the antiseptic filling the air.
My entire body ached and it took a moment for me to process and digest everything that had happened before I ended up here. Wherever here was, at least.
Then it hit me.
“My baby?” I whispered before trying to sitting up. My head felt heavy and for a moment it was a fight for me to be able to do so.
“Stay down.” I blinked, processing the familiar voice that I had heard before I froze as my gaze landing on Damon. His eyes were fixed on me. It was as if he was studying my expression. It was as if he was trying to read me. Something that I did not expect from him.
He stood by the bed, his broad frame tense, his green eyes shadowed with an emotion I couldn’t place.
“Your baby is fine,” he said, his voice softening briefly. “You gave birth to a little girl.”
“A girl?” My voice cracked, tears welling in my eyes.
“She’s weak, but the doctors say she’ll recover,” Damon continued, his tone gentler now. For a moment, the hardness in his eyes melted. “She’s in the incubator room. She’s safe. You don't need to worry, she is safe.”
Relief washed over me and for a second I thought I saw a hint of warmth in his eyes, but I quickly changed, replaced by the cold, distant man that I remembered. The man that had used me for his pleasure.
“How could you be so reckless, Sienna?” he snapped, his voice sharp once more. “Leaving the pack while pregnant? Were you trying to kill yourself?”
“I didn’t have a choice,” I said, my voice trembling. “I doubt that you would have cared anyway.”
“You didn’t have a choice?” he repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Do you have any idea how worried my parents were? How dangerous it was for you to be out there alone? You are a pack member, you couldn't just leave the way that you wanted to. I am the pack alpha and yet you went ahead and crossed me.”
“I couldn’t stay!” I shot back, snapping at him. “I couldn't just stay and risk everything that I could have lost.”
“And why is that?” he demanded, his glare cutting through me. “Why the fuck couldn't you have stayed?”
“You know why,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“You should’ve told me you were pregnant!” he growled, taking a step closer.
“And what would you have done, Damon?” I snapped, glaring at him. “Made me kill the baby to protect your precious reputation? That was not something that was going to allow you to do. I was not going to lose my baby because of you.”
He recoiled slightly, his jaw tightening. “I would never…”
“Don’t lie to me,” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “You’ve already done enough. You used me to satisfy your wolf, then discarded me like I meant nothing.”
“I didn’t know,” he said through gritted teeth, his anger flaring. “If I knew…”
“What?” I cut him off. “You would’ve cared? Taken responsibility? You don’t even believe me, do you? You would have let me get rid of it. I know for a fact that you would have.”
“What are you saying?” he asked, his voice softer now. “What do I have to do with the girl? Why would the hell would I have made you get rid of her?”
“The baby is yours, Damon,” I said, my voice trembling. “She’s yours. A child of the bond you rejected.”
“That’s not possible…”
“It is,” I said firmly. “And you know it.”
Before he could respond, a sharp voice cut through the tension.
“What do you mean by a child of the mating bond?”
Both of us froze as Kael Lockwood stepped into the room, his commanding presence filling the space. Beside him stood Evelyn, her expression a mix of concern and confusion.
But it was Lysandra who stole my attention.
Her face contorted with fury as she stepped forward, pointing an accusatory finger at me.
“You cheated on me with her?” she spat, her voice trembling with rage. “This thing?”
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
Sienna:“Good morning.” Luna Evelyn said, entering the room. I was already awake. I hadn't eaten anything. I refused to do so. I just thought as I stared into space, wondering how it was going to be dealing with everything that I had to deal with. Wondering how I was going to cope with things here.And noticing my disorientation, Luna Evelyn raised her hands in surrender.“Relax, Sienna.” She said softly. I wanted to open my mouth to speak, however my eyes landed on the bundle in her arms. It was my baby.The guilt that I felt in my chest was one that I could not describe. I looked away, unable to look at her, unable to explain to myself why I was resenting her this much, especially after I had fought for her. I was more than willing to fight for her. I was more than willing to protect her. But now I couldn't.“What you are feeling Sienna, it is normal. After everything that you've been through, your fear, the pressure, that's all overwhelming. Mothers that did not go through half of
Damon:I slammed the door to my office harder than I intended to do so.However, the annoyance that simmered beneath my skin threatened to boil over, wanting me to make everybody's life hell for the situation that I was living in, though I knew that I could not actually blamed them for it. I blamed her.Sienna now, everything about her annoyed me. Her defiance, her hesitation, the refusal to acknowledge the responsibility that came with being Isla’s mother.Everything about it just annoyed me.And yet…I clenched my fists as I passed the length of my room. The picture of her holding the baby earlier played in my head. It was uninvited, but there was something in her eyes. The way that they had softened, the way her voice trembled when she spoke. For a moment, everything felt natural, everything felt real, but I knew that it was far beyond being so.She was nothing but an Omega, and yet I knew that she was the mother of my child. This was not something that I wanted. Sienna was not the
Sienna:The Infirmary was oddly quiet today.The only sound that I heard throughout the whole day was the rustling of the nurses in the hallway.The dim glow of the bed side lamp beside me cast the shaft shadow across the room, making this space feel even more isolated. Technically, most likely because it was most likely because I was here alone throughout the whole day.It wasn't only the fact that I was here alone, though. It was the fact that I knew that I was not wanted here, it was the fact that I seemed to have turned something that shouldn't have been shifted the way it was.I sat on the bed, Isla cradled in my arms. My baby. My little girl. The little Angel that I held on to.I still could not believe that she was here, that she was born, that she was in my arms. However, the more I looked at her, the more I found myself smiling. The more I found myself growing a lot more assured by the fact that I knew that I did this one way or the other. Despite all the hardships, I managed
Damon:I walked out of the infirmary, the dim corridor stretching before me as my thoughts swirled in chaos.This was not how things were supposed to go. This was not how I was supposed to be dealing with them. And yet here I was. Yet here I was thinking about all the possibilities of all the chaos that I would be dealing with."You and me, kid. No matter what happens, I promise I’ll be here. I won’t let anyone hurt you." Her voice played in my head as she spoke to that child. And no matter how hard I tried to control myself, no matter how many times I tried to distract myself, I couldn’t.She had been holding our daughter like she was the most fragile thing in the world. Speaking to her with tenderness, the kind that I wasn’t sure I knew how to reciprocate. It was one that I knew that she should not have. She of all people should not be keeping her like that. She was an Omega. For her to have my child, that was not something that I wanted. It was not something that I could just easil
Sienna:The silence in the Infirmary was the sound that I started getting used to.At this point, it was only the constant hum of footsteps in the murmuring of nurses which faded, leaving only the rhythmic beep of the monitors and the soft sound of my daughter's breathing beside me.I had my arms wrapped around myself as I debated on how I was going to be dealing with everything that I was now forced to go through. I did not even know how things were going to be. I did not know what the plan was, nor did I know how my fate was going to be from here.I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. This was not the way that I wanted things to be, not for my daughter at least.I glanced down at Isla, who was securely asleep in my arms. Her tiny fingers crawled into the fabric of my hospital gown as she let out a small whimper. It was a tough night for the two of us. She was wrestled through it all, her small body seeking warmth and comfort from her mother.Did she somehow feel that she was
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