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
Lysandra:I sat rigidly in the oversized leather chair, my nails digging into the armrests as Father paced in front of me. The heavy scent of cigars and expensive whiskey filled the study, a scent I had grown up associating with power, with control.But tonight, all I could feel was tension.Disappo
Damon:The sounds of fists hitting flesh and the dull thud of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the training field. The crisp morning air was filled with tension, the scent of sweat and exertion heavy between us.The park had been quiet and calm for the past few weeks. If anything, nothing ou
Sienna:My heart was still racing, my body betraying me despite my best efforts to ignore what had just happened.Damon was too close.And not only was he too close, but the tension between the two of us has been rising in a way that I could not find myself wanting to control or knowing how to do so
She gave me a pointed look, arching a brow. “Oh, please, Sienna. I may be old, but I’m not blind. I see the way he looks at you now. And I see the way you try not to look at him. It is something that I'm actually happy about.”I frowned, shifting Isla slightly in my arms as she continued to drink. “
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