“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
Ella “What do you mean, you lost my sister?” I demand, baring my fangs at Roger. Sinclair is holding me by the waist, preventing me from lunging at his brother the way my wolf is currently demanding. Roger held his hands up in defense. “She’s probably back at the palace. We were talking and she go
When I wake my body is sated and sore, but I’m alone in bed. I glance at the clock and realize I napped most of the afternoon. Even so, I know I’ll probably crash again in a few hours. I rub my baby bump with a sigh. “I love you, angel. But these constant naps of yours do get in the way of Mommy’s d
Ella “What do you mean, you might not take me with you?” I demand, barely processing Sinclair’s words. “We’re mated, where you go I go.” “Baby, I don’t want to be away from you.” Sinclair sighs, sending a wave of genuine regret through our bond. This isn’t the first time he’s done this – let me fe