Trigger Warning: This chapter contains experiences of abuse and sexual assault – nothing explicit, but please take care reading! Sinclair Ella’s small body is completely stiff in my arms, even though we’re in her favorite place. I’ve only bathed with her once before, but it didn’t take a rocket sc
I’m still holding Ella’s chin, but her eyes look anywhere but at me. Slight pressure nudges my fingers as Ella gives a slight nod, and then her wide gaze returns to mine, suddenly so vulnerable that my heart aches. “Do we have to talk about it?” I wish I could tell her no, promise that she won’t ev
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains experiences of abuse and sexual assault – nothing explicit, but please take care reading! Sinclair Don’t shift, don’t shift, don’t shift. I think manically. Ella needs you. Listening to Ella recount her childhood always makes me furious, but this time is wor
“So I stopped hiding at night. I gave myself up so the others wouldn’t be touched… I figured I couldn’t be ruined more than I already was, and it was better than allowing someone else to be destroyed.” Ella shares, confirming my fears but also magnifying my despair by explaining her logic. “The matr
Sinclair After Ella shared her story with me, we spent a long time just kissing and cuddling, talking through our feelings and reaffirming our love. Still, Ella wasn’t entirely soothed. I could tell she was still beating herself up about her panic attack, no matter how many times I promised her it
He glances nervously at Ella, but I nod for him to continue. “One of our spies in the border territories just called in an urgent warning. Apparently a coalition of rogue wolves is planning a assault on Moon Valley. Their numbers are in the hundreds and they’re coming at us from all sides. This isn’
3rd Person “Another rogue attack?” Lydia scoffed, circling the Prince as he studied his plans for the invasion, “haven’t you attempted enough to realize they aren’t going to work?” “This one is different.” The Prince groused in reply. “I’m not just targeting Sinclair’s bitch or a few tourists. The
The Prince looked to Lydia, who he was coming to hate for her intelligence, but whom he also realized he needed. When the campaign was over he’d cut her down to size, but for the time being he needed her on his side. “Your ratings are at an all time high and he’s still beating you.” Lydia reminded h