Alpha Damon novel Chapter 117

Delilah:

“Just remember,” Father said as he poured himself another drink, “You can act soft, sweet, play the part of the wide- eyed girl rediscovering her family. But underneath it all, you are my daughter. Do not forget that. And be sure to play your part as to make sure that no one is to find out who you are.”

“You know that I am not easily played, father.” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. He studied me for a moment before nodding, giving me a gentle smile.

“I know, but these people are not as easy as they look to be. They are manipulative, and they believe that everyone should be submitting to them. It is only natural for me to be worried about my child.” He said, handing me a glass of scotch. I set the glass on the table in front of me. I knew better than to drink when I had a lot on my mind.

“I doubt that you would believe me to poison you, child.”

“And I doubt that you would think for a moment that I would be doubting you, father.” I said, making him chuckle. “ But I need to be in complete focus. A drink or two will be earned once this job is done.”

He watched as I stood, wanting to take my leave. This place was not for me to stay in for long. There were still things for me to take care of and staying here standing about complaining family was not one of them.

I smirked, walking back toward the hidden panel that would lead me to the service exit. “I haven’t forgotten who I am, Father. I never have. You’ve made sure of that. You need not worry about me. You just take care of things here and I will be sure to do my part. I will be sure to make you proud.”

He turned toward me, raising his glass. “This time… do not fail.”

I paused in the doorway, glancing over my shoulder. “I never have. As you might know, I am not sure Golden daughter.”

His eyes darkened, but I did not give him a chance to respond as I walked through the panel, wanting to leave.

With a flick of my hand, I shut the door behind me, releasing a breath before my eyes hardened once more.

The hallway beyond was dim, quiet, the air filled with the familiar scent of polished wood and cold dust. It wrapped around me like a memory.

Delilah isn’t a real name, I remembered one of the maids whispering once. She’s more like a ghost. She is the person that they’re trying to hide. They’re keeping her away. They’re concealing her.

I walked in silence, my heels clicking softly against the old marble. Ghost or not, I was very much alive. Very much watching. And very much patient. Quiet even.

And soon, they’d feel it.

As I stepped into my private quarters and locked the door behind me, the silence greeted me like an old friend. It always had. Silence was all I’d ever known.

I walked to the vanity, my fingers grazing the surface as I slowly lowered myself to sit in front of the tall mirror. My reflection stared back, composed, elegant, cold. A stranger I’d perfected over the years.

But I wasn’t always this.

This composed woman that sat in front of me was not who I was when I was younger.

There were years when I was just a girl. Alone. Locked away in an estate on the outskirts of the city, raised by maids who only knew how to dress me, feed me, and ignore me. I learned silence before I learned how to speak. I learned to fight before I learned how to trust. And I learned what it was to be pushed away before I learned what it was to be held close.

Father came… occasionally. Always dressed in dark suits, always smelling of scotch and power. His visits were fleeting. But they were all I had. I memorized the exact sound of his footsteps, the way the maids whispered when they knew he was near. I used to sit by the window for hours before he’d arrive, brushing my hair, pressing my dresses, just so I’d look perfect when he finally opened that door.

Even if he never stayed long.

Even if he never hugged me.

It would be me. Quiet. Careful. Calculated. Elegant. Sweet. And beautiful.

Like rot spreading through the roots of a tree.

And I would start with her.

Sienna.

The traitor. The Omega who had no business being in their home. In their bed. In Damon’s arms. Giving birth to a child that should have never existed. Sleeping with the man who caused my mother’s death, wearing her pain like it didn’t matter.

I clenched my fists.

She would be the first to fall. Not because she was the strongest…

But because she thought she belonged.

And I would show her just how wrong she was.

One cut at a time.