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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.”

not sure why I press her this way. I know that at least some

replies,” on whether or not you’re being all

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, and as our bodies

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

I stop dead in my tracks when I see my brother waiting in the foyer. “What are you doing

mate already sound. That’s precisely the way she greeted

me. “That’s because she’s a

Roger suggests.

I remark, descending the last few steps in

on Ella.” He answers

was worried after

I’ve already had a team of investigators out looking for the rogues since

I see her?” Roger requests, having the decency to

to forcibly restrain the impulse to lash out at my brother. “Ella was

but agrees. “ls she

compassionate, but I wouldn’t put anything past Roger. He’s the king of manipulation and gaslighting, and though I don’t think he

the 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 on any particular details which might help us track down or identify the

expression, “You mean like

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

I clarify.

only piece I overheard was them discussing having “fun” with her before they finished

lying if

know how it

don’t – you stole my mate,

know it.” I answer. “Only that wolves

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