Page 181 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

Harder.

Crueler.

But undeniably familiar.

My stomach drops.

The resemblance is so overwhelming that it feels like I’ve just been punched in the chest.

It’s not even a resemblance. It’s like a twisted fucking reflection.

I can feel Sienna’s shock through the bond, feel her heart hammering wildly as realisation crashes into her, too.

Gods… This can’t be true.

She sees it.

She fucking sees it.

Vincenzo now smiles coldly.

The smile of a man who has been waiting years for this exact moment.

“What’s the matter, Deimos King?” he asks quietly. “Have you finally connected the dots?”

My mouth goes dry.

For the first time since this fight began, I’m taken by surprise.

Because all I can see is him. All I can see is the face staring back at me.

“You’re...” The words die in my throat.

I can’t even voice it.

Vincenzo’s cold sneer widens.

“The son of a king,” he says calmly, the words carrying effortlessly through the storm. “And in all rights... the true heir to the Night Walkers Pack.”

And there’s nothing I can say to refute it.

Because standing before me is the carbon copy of Alejandro Rossi himself.

From Within

Sienna

“The son of a king. And in all rights... the true heir to the Night Walkers Pack.”

My heart plummets to the bottom of my stomach when those words leave his mouth. I can sense Jayce’s shock even as he keeps his heartbeat steadier than mine.

He looks so much like Grandpa Al; it’s almost eerie… The same face shape, the same skin tone, the hair, the eyes… Even more than any of Grandpa Al’s kids – other kids, because he’s fully Italian… He has to be at least 5 or more years older than Dante at the minimum.

This is messy, so messy because I’m now looking at someone who is meant to be blood. My father’s cousin…

Jayce exhales before speaking, “And yet Alejandro has no idea you exist… If you had come before him, I’m certain he would have welcomed you-”

“Who said I look for his validation?” Vincenzo counters.