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.
Ella The Vanaran capital feels like a different planet. Everywhere we look crystals tower over us, carved into the most intricate forms I’ve ever seen. The shifters populating the city are friendly and open in their curiosity, and we frequently stop so Gabriel can chat with the locals and introduc
I am not amused by this, Ella. His grumpy voice sounds in my mind. Ignoring him, I jump down and bound around his legs, nudging him and repeating my pleading over and over. It’s around the time that I nip his ankles that the stoic Alpha finally caves, his massive wolf bursting free with a roar. My
3rd Person As Sinclair and Ella raced away through the winding streets of the Vanaran capital, Roger found his gaze lingering on Cora. The human was staring after her sister in amazement, as if she couldn’t believe her own eyes. The wind fluttered through her black hair, carrying her now-familiar s
They hovered in the doorway of the parlor, and Roger studied Cora closely, trying to read between the lines of her words. “Do you feel guilty? That you weren’t able to bring out this side of her?” Cora huffed a sardonic laugh. “I feel guilty for a lot of things,” she confessed ominously. “But not t