Trigger warning - mention of sexual abuse (not explicit) Ella I peek up at Sinclair from beneath my lashes, trying to gauge his frustration level. It’s obvious he’s displeased that I defied him, but I can tell he’s also glad to be home after what was certainly a very long day. Moreover, I think my
I watch him retreat into the bathroom, feeling strangely dismayed. Apparently flirting and kisses can’t get me out of trouble, but acting like a wounded butterfly can. That’s a good thing, right? It means we got away with it. Despite the statement, the little voice in the back of my mind doesn’t so
Ella “Ella, I love you, but you’re driving me crazy.” My sister’s voice floats through my phone, sounding more exasperated than irritated. After his shower, Sinclair went to his office, and I promptly called my sister for advice. “What do you mean?” I inquire hesitantly, I’ve just finished explain
“I swear El, if you call your relationship with that little weasel love, I will come over there and smack you right in that beautiful face of yours.” Cora threatens, completely serious. “Hey, I know it wasn’t great in the end, but it’s not like it started out that way.” I defend, wondering if I’m b
Ella As I start to doze, I force my brain to think of nothing but Sinclair, willing myself to dream of him. I don’t let my mind focus on anything else or get distracted, I just keep telling myself to call Sinclair, to make him come to me. Darkness closes in, and then I’m back on that bed in the
“I’m… I’m in love with you, Dominic.” I whisper, too timid to look him in the eye. There’s a pregnant pause filled with the sound of my pounding heart and my blood rushing in my ears. Then Sinclair’s hand is reaching towards me. He catches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling my gaze
I know, but now he’s onto us. I think quickly. We have to move. I don’t know why it’s so important that I don't let Sinclair catch me, but right now the only thought in my head is to get away. I have to make it as difficult for him as possible… for some reason. That’s no problem, my inner voice br
Ella No, I just got out! My wolf rails defiantly. I want to run more! Let me go! The kisses cease, and now Sinclair’s fangs close around my scruff, applying pressure. I immediately realize what he’s doing. If he applies enough pressure – especially if he lifts me off the ground – I’ll be complet