Page 88 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

I frown as I look out the window. “The other night, she was at a club with some guy she said was her boyfriend. She had taken something, a drug of some kind; I’m not sure what, and she said it’s hard for her to be here because of the memories.”

“A boyfriend?” Dad’s brow furrows. “She has been talking to someone quite a lot on the phone. At times, it feels like she’s doing ok. I guess she’s masking her true feelings.”

I nod. “Probably, but maybe sending her to Aunty Kiara’s might help, or to Azura’s.”

He massages his jaw as he nods. “Yeah, I will make sure of it. I am trying. I just wish she’d talk to me.”

“This isn’t your fault, Dad; you can’t get someone to talk to you if they don’t want to.”

He smiles slightly. “Sounds familiar; I guess the same rules apply to stubbornness.”

I smirk slightly. “I have my reasons.”

“Everyone can say the same in every scenario. Want to share those reasons?”

I glance out at the window. Katara’s gone, and it’s just Sienna now. She’s got one leg raised, her arms loosely wrapped around it as she stares into the distance, a few strands of her hair billowing in her face.

She hasn’t got her glamour up; maybe she thinks she doesn’t need to here, since I’m the only fucking male it affects. I feel my cock twitch and scoff.

“Na, I’m good.”

Dad slaps my shoulder. “Alright then, now go tell our future Luna that she has a bunch of admirers watching her.”

I glance out the window sharply, my brows furrowing, only to realise it’s a few of the pack kids hanging at the edge of the garden. Annoyingly, they’re all boys.

“Why the hell are they even here?”

“Jealous of pups, Jayce? Then maybe you should go ask them,” he chuckles, patting my back before he walks over to his desk and sits down, his eyes wandering to the picture frame on it. His heart rate quickens, his eyes filling with sadness.

“Well, I think I will,” I say quietly. He’s holding it together for my sake, and I’m not about to make it harder for him.

I reach the door and glance back at him; his hand is in a fist, his knuckles white.

It’ll get easier… I promise. Shutting the door behind me, I head to the garden, shoving my hands in my pockets as I walk towards the group that is hovering within the mansion garden now.

“What are you guys doing here?” I ask. There are a few girls here now, too; all of them are under ten.

“We came to see our Luna,” one of the boys, Anthony, states.

“Oh yeah? And who told you she’s the Luna?” I ask.

“She’s your mate; Alpha Damon told us,” Patricia, a seven-year-old, declares with confidence.

Uncle Damon needs to keep his mouth zipped.

“Is she your mate?”

“Wait, is that your mark? You’re marked?!”

Excited whispers follow, and I hear a laugh from behind me; I hear her footsteps before she stops beside me.

“Hey, I’m Sienna,” she introduces herself with a small wave.

“Wow,” Gary, another boy, says.

“She’s beautiful…”

“You’re so pretty.”