Sinclair My wolf is clawing at the surface of my skin, determined to be let out so he can tear Lydia to shreds. Gritting my teeth, I narrow my eyes at the malevolent she-wolf. “Lydia, you are the second person who has attempted to blackmail me this month, and I have to tell you – this is getting re
I decide to work from home for the rest of the day, and I finally make my way back to Ella. When I arrive home, she’s sound asleep in my bed, curled up in a little ball beneath the covers. At first I think the round lump in the bedding is one of her pillows, but when I notice it breathing I realize
3rd Person Sinclair watched Ella like a hawk as his words landed. A riot of emotions flashed across her beautiful features, first relief, then happiness and finally worry and confusion. “We didn’t even sleep together.” He continued soberly. “She tried, but apparently I wasn’t interested – even drug
At last Lydia thought her problems were solved when Sinclair found that little whore to be his surrogate, but for some reason she hadn’t been able to waltz back into his life as if nothing had changed. He’d seemed genuinely angry about her departure, even though it’s what any rational woman would ha
Ella Once it became clear that Lydia wasn’t going to be the solution to our problems, I decided it was time to call in some backup. I trust Sinclair to take finding a new Luna seriously, but I also know he doesn’t have the time. Between running the pack, the campaign, and taking care of me, there’s
“There now,” Henry murmurs, patting my hair, “why don’t you tell me what all this is about.” Little by little the story pours out of me, in between hiccups and sobs – with small assists from Roger along the way. “There, you see?” I moan when it’s all over. “It’s all been a lie.” Of course, Henry i
Ella Sinclair calls soon after the news about the Princess breaks, explaining that he’ll probably be stuck at the office until late this evening as a result. He was relieved to hear that Henry and Roger were at the house with me, and made me promise to call him if I need anything. The three of us
“I wouldn’t put anything past him, Goddess knows he’s beaten her bloody more than a few times over the years… but I don’t know. It feels awfully cunning for his miniscule brains.” Sinclair assesses. “I agree.” Roger confirms. “So far I haven’t seen him come up with anything more creative than hirin