Alpha Damon novel Chapter 98

Sienna:

Warmth.

It was the first thing I felt as I slowly opened my eyes, the soft light of morning slipping through the curtains. The bed beneath me was warm and unfamiliar, firm, larger than mine, and it smelled faintly of Damon. I smelled like him

It took me a second to remember where I was.

His room.

Last night came rushing back in flashes, his stubborn insistence, our ridiculous argument, the way he tossed that damn t-shirt at me like it was some sort of surrender flag. The pillow fight. The laugh I hadn’t meant to let escape my lips. The way our eyes met, making everything seem real, making me think of the moment that the two of us were sharing…

I turned slowly, expecting to see him already gone, expecting his side to be cold, but I froze when I caught sight of him.

He was still there. Hell, even the idea of him being there at all was not one that I expected. I thought that he would be gone the second I closed my eyes to sleep.

But here he was, still in bed, still by my side…

And he looked… peaceful.

His face was relaxed in a way I rarely ever saw. No tension in his jaw. No cold steel in his expression. No plastered smirk on his face. Just… calm.

I forced myself to look away from him, to turn to get out of bed only to frown when I saw Isla’s bassinet. What?

And then I saw her.

My heart skipped a beat.

Isla was in the bassinet beside me, wrapped in a soft blanket, her tiny hands curled into fists as she slept soundly. I blinked, sitting up carefully and leaning over to look at her. She was breathing gently, her lips parting just slightly in sleep.

I hadn’t heard her come in. Hadn’t even realized she was there until now. I didn’t even catch her scent nor did I catch her breathing by my side at all. It was as if my wolf was completely content to the point where she wasn’t even aware of this small detail. Then again, I knew that it was mostly because she knew that she was safe. But still…

I slid out of bed as quietly as I could, tiptoeing over and scooping her gently into my arms. She stirred but didn’t cry, simply nuzzled into my chest as if she knew it was me. My chest ached at the small sound she made, and I held her closer, pressing my lips to her forehead.

“Hey, baby girl,” I whispered, swaying slightly. “What are you doing here? When did you get her, little one?” “She got restless last night.”

I nearly jumped at the sound of Damon’s voice behind me.

I turned to see him sitting up, rubbing a hand over his face, his hair a mess of dark strands falling over his forehead.

His voice was rough with sleep, deeper than usual, and it sent a strange warmth curling through my chest.

I swallowed around the sudden lump in my throat.

“Right,” I said, looking down at Isla, brushing her dark curls back from her forehead. “She has that effect on people.” “So do you.”

My eyes snapped up to his, but he was already pushing off the bed, heading toward the bathroom like he hadn’t just said something that left my heart stuttering.

“Come on, I’ll freshen up and then it would be your turn. The maids are already preparing your things, based on my order. I think you need to get ready for work. Unless you plan on skipping the day.” He said before walking inside the bathroom. He closed the door, leaving me alone, and my cheeks flushed.

I turned back to Isla, my cheeks flushed, and kissed her soft temple again.

Maybe things weren’t simple. Maybe they never would be.

But for now?

This, waking up in the same room, Isla nestled safely between us, this felt like a beginning.

And I wasn’t ready to let go of it just yet.