Sinclair was sitting in his office, trying not to think about Ella. Two days had dragged past at a snail’s pace, and the Alpha was finding it more and more difficult to stay away from the pretty human. His wolf was driving him up the wall, constantly suggesting that they go and check on her, just t
Ella peeked up at him from beneath her lashes, “does it have to be healthy?” Chuckling, Sinclair strode forward and kneeled down beside her. He pressed one hug palm to her belly, making her flinch with surprise, then shushing her gently and petting her hair. “Shh, I just want to feel the baby.” He
Ella This is confusing. It was much easier for me to hate Sinclair when he was being overbearing and bossy, I’m not sure what to make of all this kindness. It seems too good to be true, and that’s a guaranteed red flag. I learned the hard way growing up as an orphan, if it seems too good to be tru
I’m still caught up in my thoughts when I feel calloused fingers stroke my cheek, drawing my attention up to Sinclair. “Has no one ever cared for you enough to set limits?” He asks, searching my face. In the wrong tone it might have sounded like a cruel reminder, but he speaks with true sympathy. “
Ella For a moment I don’t know how to answer the strange woman. Am I ready to begin learning how to be a queen? Is anyone ever? That’s the kind of job that takes a lifetime of preparation, and I still don’t even recognize half the words these people are using. “Am I supposed to know what a beta is
Well this is new information. “The goddess?” “The moon goddess, she rules over all creatures.” Aileen informs me, as if this should be common sense. “Why haven’t I ever heard of her?” I ask, holding my hands to my head in confusion. “Humans are more distant from the divine. You don’t know about h
Ella “What!” I exclaim, unable to wrap my head around this idea. “But I’m not ready!” “You will be.” He promises. “Aileen will keep working with you tomorrow, and then we’ll go shopping so you can look the part. It’s only a meal, no one is going to be quizzing you on werewolf politics.” “I don’t
I say as much to Sinclair, but he only smiles at me. How has our relationship changed so quickly? A couple of days ago he only glared at me, now he always seems to look at me fondly. “Did you find nothing about my finances when you were snooping?” “Research is not snooping.” I answer tritely. Howev