My Daughter [3]

Zev's POV

The world stopped for me the moment my eyes fell on the little child in Sienna's arms.

It was a girl. Her little face had turned red from crying, and her tiny fingers were clenching tightly onto Sienna's clothes as she struggled to breathe. This realization made my heart feel something I couldn't understand. When her vivid green eyes stared back at me briefly before she buried her face against Sienna's chest, making my body go completely numb.

My wolf stirred violently inside me, restless and almost impossible to control.

Mine.

The word echoed through my mind, bringing with it a possessiveness so fierce that I had to clench my fists to keep myself from reaching for her.

She is mine.

No, it couldn't be true.

I tore my eyes away from the small child, who looked like she had been ripped straight out of my blood, and turned my gaze towards Sienna, wanting an explanation even though I already knew the answer. Her entire attention was fixed on the child, as if I didn't exist.

Three years. It had been three fucking years since Sienna disappeared from my life, and now I was standing in front of her with a child.

“Whose child is this?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Sienna didn't respond.

“Sienna, I'm asking you something.”

“Not now, Zev. My daughter needs a hospital.”

My daughter.

Those two words struck harder than anything else she could have said, but as my eyes fell on the girl, I wasn't able to stop myself.

“I'll take you.”

“No.”

“Sienna, she's sick.”

“I can take my daughter myself.”

Her voice was hard, but I noticed the way her hands were shaking as she held the little girl against her chest. She didn't even look at me again before walking out.

I quickly followed her.

No matter how badly I wanted answers from her, the little girl was struggling to breathe properly, and the fear in Sienna's eyes told me how serious it was.

“You're shaking,” I said, catching up to her.

“I don't care.”

“You can't drive like this, Sienna.”

She turned towards me, ready to argue, and I could already see the anger building in her eyes. She would rather fight me than accept anything from me. But I wasn't going to let her put herself at risk just to prove she didn't need me.

Sienna's expression changed as she glanced at the little girl. I knew she had no choice left.

The drive felt endless. I kept glancing at the rearview mirror, watching Sienna hold the child against her chest, whispering to her and brushing the damp hair away from her forehead.

She looked terrified. I had never seen her like that, not even when I… hurt her.

When we reached the hospital, Sienna rushed inside. I followed her, as she called for help. A nurse came running towards us, and within moments, they had taken the little girl from her arms and carried her through the emergency doors.

Sienna tried to follow them.

“Ma'am, please wait here.”

“But she's my daughter!” she cried, trying to get past the nurse.

“We'll take care of her. Please wait outside.”

Hundreds of questions built up inside me. She had a daughter. She had carried my child, given birth to her, watched her grow for three years, and I hadn't known a single fucking thing about it.I don't know what I'm supposed to feel about this. I have a daughter. How am I supposed to react? I don't even know.

Sienna stood there, staring at the door. Her shoulders began to shake, and she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back the sobs that were already escaping her.

Something inside me twisted painfully.

I took a step towards her, but before I could reach her, someone came running down the corridor.

“Sienna!”

The moment the man reached her, his hand touched her shoulder, and she turned towards him. I expected her to step away.

“Tristan…”

She threw herself into his arms and broke down, clutching his shirt.

The sound of her crying filled the corridor, and I stood there, watching her cling to another man in a way she had refused to let me come anywhere near her.

“Tristan, Sera… She couldn't breathe properly, and her skin turned red. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do…”

“What if something happens to her? She's all I have, Tristan.”

The words blurred as my gaze remained fixed on the way his hand wrapped around her.

“Hey, hey, look at me.”

“I know.” He brushed his hand across her cheeks.

My fingers curled into fists.

“She will be fine. Our little Sera is a fighter.”

Our little Sera.

The words struck a nerve I hadn't even realised was exposed. Hearing him call my daughter theirs made something dark and ugly rise inside me, and before I could stop myself, my hands clenched into fists.

I couldn't fucking take it anymore.

Watching him hold Sienna was already bad enough. I moved before I could think, grabbing the bastard by the shoulder and roughly pulling him away from my Sienna.

He barely had time to turn towards me before my fist connected with his face. The punch landed hard enough to send him stumbling backwards, and within seconds, he hit the ground.

The corridor fell silent.

Sienna stared at me in disbelief, while Tristan slowly lifted his head, one hand moving to his jaw.

I stood over him, my chest rising and falling heavily.

“She is fucking MY daughter!”