A Queen for the People, it reads. My frown deepens. What? What is this?My eyes move down a little and I blink in surprise to see that I recognize the byline: the article is written by Tempest Bowers, the woman I met last night, whose daughters just wanted some chocolate… My mouth falls open a li
Ella We’re able to see the true fallout of Xander’s death as the next few days pass, which are…more stressful than I’d like them to be. Cora, luckily, stays at my side through most of it, knowing that I need her support. “Well,” she says, lounging in bed with me and flicking through her phone “y
“I got lucky,” I mutter, looking down at the blankets and sighing, feeling guilty. “You didn’t,” Sinclair says, giving me a nudge. I look up at him, meeting his frown with my own. “It’s right, Ella. The Queen should have political and military power in the nation if the King does, and no one who t
Ella I snatch the note out of my mate’s hand, muttering “he’s not my prince,” but no one really acknowledges the words as I tear the envelope open and eagerly read the short letter inside. When I see what it says, my eyebrows arch almost to my hairline. “What is it?” Cora asks, leaning eagerly
“What’s there to think about?” I ask softly, genuinely curious. “The pros and cons,” he answers, taking a deep sniff of my scent, apparently relishing it, “of ripping him to shreds for daring to ask you out on a date.” I burst out laughing here, earning a little smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I
Sinclair I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside. “So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious. “What?
Not only would this be strategically and financially profitable for Atalaxia, but it would be an ideological coup as well. A lot of powerful men in that nation have some truly awful ideas about gender and humanity; they would see it as a very personal victory to come to our nation and teach our wome
Ella I jump almost out of my skin when Sinclair bangs through our bedroom door. I spin with the baby in my arms, my eyes wide. Sinclair’s clearly all worked up as he slams the door behind him, his eyes instantly fixed on me, looking me up and down. “Why are you dressed like that?” he asks, his