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
Sienna:The soft creak of the infirmary door pulled my attention away from the glass window overlooking the incubation room. I had my arm wrapped around myself, knowing that she, my little girl, was supposed to be in my arms rather within the enclosed room that she was in.Evelyn stepped inside, her
“Okay,” I whispered, my voice small. “I’ll go.”Evelyn squeezed my shoulder gently. “Good. I’ll have one of the maids prepare some fresh linens. You’ll have privacy, and if you need anything, just ask. You needn’t worry, I am going to be here, and by your side to help teach you. I was a first time m
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
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 smalle
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 neithe
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
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