Ella “Wait, what!” I exclaim, not believing my own ears. “You got your job back?” “It sounds like somebody very important called in some favors for me.” My sister confirms. “They even gave me a raise to compensate for my troubles.” She doesn’t need to say more. There’s only one person with enough
________________ Lunch with Sinclair’s father was surprisingly pleasant. I don’t know what I imagined when I pictured the elder Alpha, but the sweet man in the wheelchair was far from the imposing figure I expected. He radiated quiet strength and dignity, but he also welcomed me to his family with
Ella I must have misheard him. He can’t truly mean that he wants me to move into his rooms. Does he really think I’m that much of a baby, that I need constant watching? “But it was only one dream.” I protest, my voice still shaky, “I swear it’s not a big deal.” Sinclair purrs again, and I feel my
“So Ella, it will come as no surprise to you that many shifters in the Moon Valley Pack and beyond are very curious about you.” He begins obliquely. “With you by his side, the Alpha is poised to become our next King, yet no one knows anything about you.” “I can understand how that might worry some
Sinclair I’m sitting in my office, speaking with my cabinet, when Ella’s delicious scent fills my nose. I’ve been thinking about her on and off all morning, wondering how she took the news of the interview, and hating that I hadn’t been able to tell her about it in person. Normally I wouldn’t do su
Even as all the potential calamities fill my head, my wolf surges to the forefront, insisting that we have to find a way to make it work. Ella has already proven to be my biggest asset in this campaign – not only is she giving me an heir, but she charms everyone she meets. I need her if I’m going to
Ella It’s not a date, it’s not a date, it’s not a date. I’ve been repeating the same thought over and over again. I know Sinclair is only taking me out tonight because I fell to complete pieces this afternoon. I’m still kicking myself, totally ashamed of my weakness and determined to prove myself
“Ella?” Sinclair’s voice drags me back into the present, and I realize more time has passed than I realize. We’re seated at the table, and a waitress is standing beside him, watching me with an expectant smile. “Something to drink?” “Just water.” I manage huskily, trying to pull myself together. “