Ella

“Wait, what!” I exclaim, not believing my own ears. “You got your job back?”

“It sounds like somebody very important called in some favors for me.” My sister confirms. “They even gave me a raise to compensate for my troubles.”

She doesn’t need to say more. There’s only one person with enough power to undo a command issued by Dominic Sinclair – and that’s Dominic Sinclair himself. “I can’t believe this. Why didn’t he tell me?”

“You mean you didn’t ask?” I can imagine the precise look on Cora’s face. Stunned and reeling at once.

“I mean, not after that first time.” I relate, wondering if I should have tried harder to help her. Did I misperceive my importance to Sinclair, or the power I hold now that I’m carrying his child?

“Well apparently that’s all it took.” She relates, her voice full of elation. “Thank you, Ella.”

“Don’t thank me,” I object. “I’m the one who got us into this situation to begin with.” I remind her ruefully.

“Of course you didn’t.” She refutes. “Listen, I don’t know how it happened, but either I made a mistake or…”

“Or what?” I press.

“Or someone did this on purpose.” She sounds uncertain now, as if she can’t fathom the motive for such an act. I find myself equally confused.

“Why would they?” I fret, not wanting to believe my sister messed up so badly, but not seeing any logic in the alternative.

“I don’t know.” She confesses. “But that’s not important now. It’s all going to be okay from here on out. You get your baby, I get my career… the only thing we need now is to find a way to get revenge on Mike.”

“That was a much easier problem to solve before he fled halfway across the country.” I share. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to enact any sort of plan against him when he’s so far away.”

teasing in her voice – the same one children use on the playground to tease each other

high maintenance. He’s already helped me so much.” Glancing at the closed door Sinclair disappeared behind,

his mind about letting me have visitation rights with the baby. It’s honestly driving me

you were an open book

myself seem weak or fragile, too annoying

worst part is that he can read

sorry sweetie.” Cora

need a little more time to get my bearings. Once I figure Sinclair out I’ll understand what I need to do to

the other

prompt my sister, knowing

in survival mode – ‘keeping your head above water,’ rather

The best I can hope for if I do perfectly is visitation rights after Sinclair finds his mate, and even that could mean

“How are you otherwise? Any morning sickness?” She asks, excitement entering

morning in the bathroom… but I’ve

been happier for you to feel miserable either.”

baby makes its presence known, the more secure I

I’ve gotta run. Sinclair brought me to meet his father.” I confess. “It was

know what I imagined when I pictured the elder Alpha, but the sweet man in the wheelchair was far from the imposing figure

demeanor, but also the humility of a man whose circumstances had irrevocably changed and who chose to adapt rather than rail at the world for its injustice. He was obviously incredibly proud of his son, and obviously thrilled

far more at ease when we finally left his home, and I spent the rest of the day napping and reading my pregnancy books. I can’t believe how tired I’ve been, or how hungry. I expected the changes, I just didn’t think they’d happen so fast. Of course after so much rest, I couldn’t sleep when night finally fell. It took me ages to finally drift off,

homes, all full of cruel adults and abusive parents. In my dreams I’m always running away from someone, trying to protect Cora and my other surrogate siblings. The dreams have gotten worse since I

and pleading tears fill my head, as dreadful images fill my vision. The next thing I know someone

to bring me back to reality. It takes me a minute to realize it’s him, rather than the man who’d been attacking me in my dreams. I jerk out of his hold and scramble to the other side of the mattress, curling up into a little ball and gasping

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