Kael:The moment I stepped back into the house after my discharge from the infirmary, I could feel it.Tension.Thick. Unspoken. Heavy.The house was wrapped around anger, hate, and for a moment I found myself wondering if it was the same place that I left, if it was the same home that I was in befo
Sienna: By the time I made it back to the pack house, the sun had already started to set, bleeding golden light through the trees that surrounded the estate. My shoulders ached, my legs felt like they had walked twice the distance, and all I wanted was to close my eyes and forget how hard this day
Damon:I caught her scent the second that she walks inside the house expecting her to come to the room, though the maids have already packed her things based on whatever order she gave.I listened for a while. She was walking around. She was satisfied. She was in her old bedroom.Her footsteps were
Sienna:The door clicked shut behind him, but the echo lingered in my chest like thunder that never quite fades.For a few moments I did not move at all.I stood there, unmoving, my breath caught somewhere between frustration and exhaustion. He had walked out again. No apology. No explanation. Just
Damon:I slammed the door to my office shut harder than I needed to.The sound cracked through the hallway like a warning, and maybe it was. A warning to stay the hell away from me. To leave me in my silence. To let me think. Because those who dared approach me today were just going to end up dealin
Sienna:I let the towel fall to the floor as I changed into a loose, soft shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. My skin was still warm from the shower, and for once, I allowed myself to enjoy the silence. A rare moment of stillness in a house constantly thrumming with tension.I allowed myself to enjoy
Damon:I slammed the door behind me, my breathing ragged as I leaned against it, chest rising and falling in short, sharp bursts.I had to pull away. I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to stop if I didn’t pull away. But fucking hell was it difficult for me to be able to contain myself when I knew
Sienna:The moment Damon stormed out of the room, I leaned against the closed door, my heart hammering in my chest like a wild animal begging to be let out. It was a feeling that I did not find myself liking. It was a feeling that I found myself resenting. I found myself wanting nothing more than fo
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