Ella I shriek when I hear the tap on the door, jumping up from the bed and dashing towards it, so excited to see my sister that I can’t even think about moving slowly. Behind me, I hear Sinclair stand up and give a little growl. Without even looking, I know he’s standing with his arms across hi
She does, then. Well, I can tell that she skips over some details that are more personal – just between her and Roger – but my eyes predictably well up as soon as she starts telling me about how they went onto the beach, and the promises they made to each other, and the meteor shower. “Oh geeze, E
Ella “So you two,” Cora says, flicking her gaze between Roger and Sinclair, “you’re all right now? After fifteen minutes, it’s all cleared up?” Sinclair shrugs. “We kept it pretty cut and dry. He’s on probation.” “No, I’m not,” Roger murmurs, dismissive, shaking his head to Cora. “He
And, if at all possible, I love him even more than I ever have. Sinclair made his formal claim for the throne a few days ago, and no one contested it. Now all that’s left is for the governors to ratify the claim, and the packs to demonstrate their support by paying fealty at the coronation. It’s
Ella Cora comes early the day that the festivities begin – if they can be called that. Because while the atmosphere is supposed to be festive, I know that simmering beneath it is a great deal of political tension that my mate is hoping goes just precisely right. I throw my arms around my si
“Your first appointment,” Sinclair murmurs, moving away from me to answer the door. “Ready?” “As we’ll ever be!” I sigh, turning to give Cora a wink. “Let’s get started.” ___________________ “Gabriel!” I laugh, throwing my arms around the King of Vanara as soon as he mounts the four shor
Ella Sinclair steps close to my other side so that Rafe is between us. My hand still holds Cora’s on my left as Roger steps to her side. Together, I realize, we present quite a united front: the Alpha King and his demigoddess Queen standing with their much-coveted child and heir. And then, next
A moment, my mate replies, mind-to-mind, though he reaches out a hand behind me to settle on my back. I need us all here, for this delegation at least. If he cries, he cries. And I nod, understanding and turning back to the crowd. The third line of Atalaxian delegates disappears, and the fou