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 g
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 I
I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. “She chose to stay, not me. I brought her here because we needed to talk, but her staying was her choice.”“Then tell her to leave before this turns into something you don’t want to deal with,” he said, his voice laced with irritation.“I already told her to leav
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
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 laughed again, shaking her head. “It always has something to do with her. Ever since she ran away from the park, she has been something to you. You have been looking for her. Even when the two of you were younger, you were just roaming around her.”I slammed my hand against the desk, the sharp s
Sienna:The air in my room felt suffocating.It just felt tight, tighter than it ever did since I moved here, since Evelyn had asked me to stay in this room rather than their Infirmary, rather than me being able to go to my room.I had been in this space for hours, if not longer, staring at the same
“When you found out you were pregnant,” he clarified, his voice low. “What was your plan? You were already away from the pack for a while, but I am curious about what you aimed to do.”I swallowed, gripping my arms tightly. “I didn’t have one. I didn’t think of a plan.”Damon scoffed. “Of course, yo
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