I never imagined being in exile would look like this. King Gabriel’s palace is the most extravagant display of luxury I’ve ever seen, and it’s not as if I’m a stranger to mansions and palaces. That thought alone is enough to send me reeling… who would have ever dreamed that poor orphan Ella w
Bite me. My own wolf replies, speaking before I have a chance to consider the wisdom of these words. Gladly. Sinclair replies, nipping his claiming mark where my neck meets my shoulders. My wolf immediately lights up from the inside out, and the doctor gives us a quelling look. “I can’t very well p
Ella “Won’t you come to bed?” I inquire, leaning over Sinclair’s back and wrapping my arms around his neck. “You need to rest.” My mate is sitting at his computer drafting emails and marching orders, secret correspondences to his allies and spies across the continent. He’s been trying to figure ou
“What do you mean?” I inquire anxiously, not liking the dark note in his voice. “I mean the only reason that you’re in this situation in the first place is my fault.” Sinclair growls. “If you’d never met me you could have had a normal life. A safe life.” “Dominic, if I’d never met you I would be b
Sinclair Ella is squirming beneath my towering form, and I can sense her wolf’s conflicted feelings. She’s pleased with herself for distracting me from my brooding thoughts, while also anxious about my intentions and excited by my dominance. She’s giving off waves of defiance and desire at once, an
Ella looks up at me with wide eyes, “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be good!” However her wolf has other thoughts about this. Speak for yourself, why should we follow his rules if he’s not even going to enforce them. Would you shut up! Ella tells her wolf, either not realizing or not caring that I can
Ella When I walk into breakfast the next morning, I have to try and hide my wince as I sit down. My bottom is sore and stings when it meets the chair, but the bite of pain also sends a pulse of heat through my body, calling up the memories of what came next. I feel my mate’s eyes on me, and when I
“Son, you should listen to your mate.” Henry sighs. “At the rate your going you’ll run yourself into the ground before the week is out.” Sinclair only frowns deeper, and his hands close into fists. “I appreciate your concern but–” “If you appreciate our concern then listen, Dom.” Roger interjects.