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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.”

I know that at least some of

on whether or not you’re being

shifting my hands to tickle her 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

Ella loses control and asks me to go further, there’s

my tracks when I see

amazing how alike you and your little mate already sound. That’s precisely the way she greeted me the

of pride flows through me. “That’s because she’s a

Roger suggests.

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

check on

after the

but I still find the circumstances which allowed him to do so incredibly suspicious. I’ve already had a team of investigators out looking for the rogues

see her?” Roger requests, having the decency to look uncertain of

brother. “Ella was sick this morning, and besides, I need to speak with you myself. Walk

but agrees. “ls she

his interest in my little human’s wellbeing makes my hackles raise. It all sounds completely innocent and, indeed, compassionate, but I wouldn’t put anything past Roger. He’s the king of manipulation and gaslighting, and though I don’t think he wants to harm Ella, I don’t think his preoccupation with her is innocent

snow, my bodyguards framing us on either side. “But I wanted to see if you

expression, “You mean like

said- really any hints about

I clarify.

piece I overheard was them discussing having “fun” with

can stop himself. l’d be lying if I said I wasn’t

know how

I don’t – you stole

what I meant and you know it.” I answer. “Only that wolves

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