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
Damon:My mother had warned me.“She is still too weak, Damon. She is not going to be able to stand on her feet. She needs a break.” She said, giving me her warning as she crossed her arms over her chest, but I refused to listen.She had insisted that Sienna still needed more time, that her body was
Sienna:His words stuck with me.They played in my head on repeat, as if telling me that this was something that was never going to change, that it was something that he wanted to be the way that it was. That he did not want it happening again.We grew up.I knew that. I wasn’t naïve. I wasn’t cling
Damon:I pushed Sienna harder than I should have.But she did not complain of anything. She was willing to embrace it. It was as if this was something that she wanted to go with.Every morning, I made sure she was outside, training with me. It started slow, simple movements, light sparring, basic ex
Sienna:I noticed it immediately.And no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, pretend that it did not exist, pretend that it was only in my head, I couldn’t.Damon was hovering. And he was being too obvious about it, annoying, and even rude.At first, I thought it was just coincidence. That he was
Damon:The sting of her slap lingered longer than it should have.It lingered longer than I would have wanted it to.Not just on my skin.But somewhere deeper.It was something that I could not describe the feeling that I had. It was an anger that I did not like. It was a piece of rage that I found
Sienna:The garden was one of the few places in the pack house that still felt safe.It was the one place where I wanted to be alone, away from Damon, who I knew was seeing me as nothing more than some kind of fool. I knew that everyone around was making sure to make me feel bad about my decision. I
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