Ella The stranger looks a lot like Sinclair, and the word “brother” strikes my interest. If they’re siblings, why is Sinclair looking at him so harshly? They don’t seem friendly at all. “This is Ella.” Sinclair announces, sliding his arm around my waist. “My future mate, and the mother of my pup.”
Part of me wants to run after Roger and kick him right in the behind, I can’t believe what just happened. I don’t blame Sinclair either, I don’t think his aggression had anything to do with being unmated, I think it was because he feels so protective of his pup, and by extension – me. Besides, his b
Some of my confidence has waned on the ride home. Sinclair has been so mysterious about this scent marking business, and I don’t like the way he keeps looking at me – as if I’m some prey to be devoured. There’s still so much I don’t understand about this word, like how carrying his child can make m
When we arrive at an incredible palace, I can’t keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful estate.” “This is where our pup will be raised if my campaign is successful.” He shares, “The King’s Palace.” “Why is the current King stepping down?” I ask as we climb the mar
Ella Where is Sinclair? I think nervously, scanning the room. He promised he wouldn’t leave my side. Why did I ever let myself get separated from him. The crowd around me is still bombarding me with questions, and though I think I’m putting up a good front, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. My pul
Too late, his address for the other man filters through my brain. Your Highness. That must mean this is the prince, and Sinclair’s main opponent in the election. It’s no wonder I found him so imposing, or why he resembles the King so much. “Well, what more could we want in a Luna.” The Prince rem
3rd Person Ella slowly untangled herself from Sinclair’s body as he returned her feet to the ground, feeling terribly unsure of herself. The audience was still making a huge racket, but the imposing Alpha was studying her as if she was some sort of curious anomaly – one he was desperate to figure o
Sinclair shook his head. “You’re gorgeous, Ella, but so are lots of people. He’s an idiot because he couldn’t see past it – to the force of nature underneath.” “I’m not a force of nature.” Ella protest. “I’m poor and weak and –” His finger moves to cover my lips. “You are what I say you are.” Ella