Sienna:I ran my fingers through my hair, gently brushing it as I forced myself to ignore the pain that I felt in my chest, knowing that tonight was going to be one that was difficult for me.My girl.My little angel.I could feel her whimpers, and I could feel her calling for me, and yet, I also kn
Damon:I looked at Lysandra as she sat on the couch, glaring at me, clearly lost in her own thoughts, furious about what happened between us.“You being angry is not going to change the fact…”“That you cheated on me with an Omega? Let me know, Damon, would you be as calm as you expect me to be had
Sienna:The moment my feet touched the cool floor outside the infirmary, I hesitated. It felt surreal. It was almost impossible for me to process the fact that I was out of there, that I was free to roam around without anyone monitoring me the way that they did.For days, that sterile room had been
But then I felt it.The weight of a presence behind me.The presence of the one person that I did not want to see, that I did not want to look at, and that I did not want around me. And I knew that he understood that very well. I understood that he was the last person that I wanted to speak to or lo
Lysandra:rolled behind me, its wheels clicking in rhythm with my stride. I could still hear my father’s voice in my head, harsh and unyielding, reminding me of the shame I had brought to our family by chasing after Damon.The man that I knew that my father warned me against seeing or speaking to ag
“What’s the matter, Sienna?” I whispered. “Too weak to fight back? Or are you realizing that every word that I am telling you is nothing more than the truth that everyone is afraid to show you.”Her head turned, just a fraction, but enough for me to see the steel in her gaze. And then, without warni
Damon:I stood in the hallway long after Lysandra's heels had clicked out of earshot. My hands were still clenched into fists, the tendons taut beneath my skin, but it wasn’t her departure that had my blood simmering.It wasn’t the woman who suddenly changed her mind about leaving to simply prove a
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, shaking off the thought. “What matters is that you stay in line. You have a place here, and I suggest you remember it. And if you think that I am going to ignore every stunt that you try to play, then you are going to be in for a bigger surprise than you’re going to want to
My hands instinctively gripped his shirt as his kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine in a hungry, claiming kiss that stole all reason from my mind.He walked me backward until my back met the edge of the desk, his hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring himself to reality. I was melti
Sienna:He had been following me around the entire morning.Not only has he been following me, but he's been trying his best to speak to me only to be ignored. I needed to focus on work and he was not allowing me to do so.From the second we walked into the company building, Damon Lockwood had his e
Damon:Delilah’s scent was the first thing I caught the second I turned down the hallway.It was subtle, soft and floral, but it carried that underlying sharpness, the kind that crawled under the skin no matter how much you tried to ignore it. She stepped out of the guest room, still in that silky r
Sienna:I stared blankly at the floor, the tea in my hands long forgotten, growing cold in the ceramic cup. My fingers curled tighter around it, like I was holding on to something, anything, that wouldn’t slip through my grasp.But the truth was, it already had.No matter how hard I try to deny it,
Delilah:I stared at the door Damon had just slammed shut, the echo of it vibrating through the walls and my bones. My hands trembled, but not from fear. From rage.He was smarter than I gave him credit for.That made him dangerous.My father was right. I did underestimate Damon Lockwood. The man kn
Damon:I was quiet as I watched. I had my arms crossed over my chest. Something was wrong. I knew that it was.Delilah had been moved to the guest room by the time I left the infirmary. The nurses said she needed rest, that the wound wasn’t deep but she was dehydrated, disoriented. They didn’t say a
Sienna:The moment I stepped into the infirmary, I felt the shift in the air.I felt the weight that it carried, no matter how hard I wanted to deny it.It was subtle, too subtle, perhaps, but undeniable.Something was off.Damon stood near the bed, his back straight, his hands behind him in a stanc
Sienna:Something was wrong.I could feel it crawling under my skin, creeping into the quiet corners of my heart. Damon’s voice had been too sharp when he told me to go back to the room, his body too tense, his eyes too guarded.He was hiding something.He was hiding something, whatever it was. I ha
Damon:I could still feel it, the bond. The one that should not exist.The one that didn’t belong to her.The one that I knew that I already had, I did not reject Sienna. At least the rejection did not work. Our daughter being born was proof of it not working. If it did, then Isla not be here.This