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Her lower lip quivers dangerously, tears sliding down her cheeks. Eventually the truth spills from her lips. “l ate all my bacon!” My heart eases immediately. My wolf hates the sounds of Ella’s tears, but l’m relieved to know this is just a mood swing.

Chuckling, I pull her into my arms. “It’s okay baby, we can get more bacon.”

The next morning I wake up bright and early, though not intentionally. Instead I was jarred from sleep when Ella wriggled out of my arms to race for the bathroom. This is quickly becoming our morning ritual, and I’m far less concerned with my little human’s unhealthy snacking than I was a week ago, as l’m simply pleased she’s able to keep some food down.

When Ella is finally done being sick, I coax her back to bed and wrap her up in my arms. My wolf is urging me to scent mark her again, but I want to give her a few minutes to regain her strength before I begin rubbing my body all over hers. Of our daily rituals, marking Ella has quickly become my favorite. It’s a unique sort of ecstasy and torment: satisfying my wolf and claiming the mother of my pup, then denying both of our lvsts when they inevitably spark.

I know exactly how powerfully the intimate contact affects the little human, and the scent of her ar0usal is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. It’s not as if l’m not equally turned on, but I also don’t have wild pregnancy hormones rushes through my body – I wonder how much longer Ella will be able to hold out before she asks for more.

More importantly, I wonder if I will have the strength to deny her when that time comes.

“You know the only good thing about this crazy six month pregnancy?” Ella asks.

“You get to be done with morning sickness faster?” l guess.

“Mhmm.” She hums, pressing her nose to my chest and breathing deeply.

I reach down to the hem of her night dress and deftly slip my hand inside, resting it on the soft, warm skin of her belly. I feel a steady heartbeat and waves of contentment through the mental link. “

Well I know you’re miserable, but if it helps the baby

is happy as can be.”

“Of course he is.” She murmurs sleepily. “He’s always happy when you’re around.”

least some of the baby’s emotions are feeding directly off of Ella’s, which

whether or not you’re being all high handed and

sides. Ella giggle and squeals, trying to wriggle away from me, but I hold her tight. Soon we’re writhing around on the bed, Ella begging me for mercy as I continue tickling her, and me showing no mercy whatsoever. Before long the came turns to the intimate dance of scent marking,

Ella loses control and asks me to go further, there’s no way in hell I’Il

but I stop dead in my tracks when I see my brother waiting in

alike you and your little mate

a very clever she-wolf.” “or because you’ve turned her against

Roger suggests.

to manipulate Ella for her to see through you, Roger.” I remark, descending the last few

on

was worried after

suspicious. I’ve already had a team of investigators out looking for the rogues since the night of the attack, and I was planning on assigning another team to look into my brother’s potential involvement today. And now that he’s turned up like this it’s going to be my

having the decency to look uncertain

brother. “Ella was sick this morning, and besides,

but agrees.

anything past Roger. He’s the king of manipulation and gaslighting, and though I

rogue attack.”I tell him as we head out into the snow, my bodyguards framing us on either side. “But I wanted to see if you picked up

adopts a thoughtful expression, “You mean

or anything they might have said- really any hints about their identities

I clarify.

discussing having “fun” with her before they finished the

snarl, and Roger flinches before he can stop himself. l’d be lying if

how it

– you stole my mate, remember.” Roger snaps

to roll my eyes. “That isn’t what I meant and you know it.” I answer. “Only that wolves take the front seat when it comes to the

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