Ella When I wake, my body is filled with the most exquisite soreness. My hand immediately leaps to my neck, where Sinclair’s mark is seared into my skin. Being claimed was the most intense experience of my life, and it feels remarkably as though Sinclair and I are no longer separate people, but tw
Alarms go off in my brain, but then it’s too late. Sinclair’s talented tongue swipes up the length of my sex, lapping up the wetness accumulated at my entrance and flicking over the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my mound. “Dominic no– ohhh.” I exclaim, sighing as a fresh wave of heat consumes
Sinclair As soon as Hugo walks into the room, I thrust Ella behind me, a vicious snarl on my lips. My wolf is on high alert from having claimed his mate so recently, his possessive instincts spinning out of control and stronger than I’ve ever experienced. She’s mine. He thinks angrily, He shouldn’t
“Damn it.” I murmur, trying to wrap my head around this. “Dominic, what do we do?” Ella looks up at me with so much trust and hope, and I realize that she’s looking to me for the answer – the solution. This incredible woman, who has only ever been able to rely on herself and fix her own problems, t
Ella Dominic, I’m scared. I confess, speaking through our bond. It hadn’t been easy to convince him to let me join the press conference, since I’m technically still supposed to be on bed rest. My blood pressure was still too high when we checked it this afternoon, but it remains to be seen whether
“We’re not sure how it was able to stay suppressed for so long, only that she was surrendered by her parents to a human orphanage here in moon valley when she was just a baby.” The shockwaves Sinclair’s words send throughout the room are visible and visceral, and I recall the details he shared with
Ella The room erupts with noise, as various reporters cry out, “What evidence!?” Sinclair nods to the side door, and his father wheels into the room, followed by a group of grief-stricken she-wolves and my surviving guard. “The evidence is the lives the Prince stole to kidnap Ella, the widows who
There’s another uproar, and then Sinclair points to another reporter for the next question. “Ella, how did you escape the Prince? Were you mistreated when you were his captive?” I’m slightly startled to be addressed directly, but Sinclair gives me an encouraging squeeze. I take a steadying breath,