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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’m not sure why I press her this way. I know that at least some of the baby’s emotions are feeding directly off of Ella’s, which means she’s probably content at a

cheeky creature replies,” on whether or not you’re being all high handed and bossing

around on the bed, Ella begging me for mercy as I continue

me to go further, there’s no way in hell I’Il be able

work, but I stop dead in my tracks when I see my brother waiting in the

arches a brow. “It’s amazing how alike you and your little mate already sound. That’s

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

Roger suggests.

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

on Ella.” He answers

worried after the

this. I know he saved Ella, 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 decency to look uncertain of the

and I have to forcibly restrain the impulse to lash out at my brother. “Ella was sick this morning, and besides, I need to

but agrees. “ls she

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

on either side. “But I wanted to

a thoughtful expression, “You mean like distinguishing

said- really any hints about their identities

I clarify.

having “fun” with her

emit a violent snarl, and Roger flinches before he can stop himself. l’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pleased to have

how

stole my mate, remember.” Roger snaps

it.” I answer. “Only that wolves take the front seat

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