Ella

“Is this..?” I trail off, unable to find the right words.

“I thought if we’re going to pretend to be together, we ought to do it right.” Sinclair smiles, his obvious pleasure at my reaction taking the sting out of his words. This isn’t because he feels anything for me, but he’s happy that I like the gift- and that’s worth something, right?

“It’s beautiful,” I sigh, “But I feel… I haven’t gotten anything for you, Dominic.”

His dark brow furrows, and the next thing I know, he’s turning me towards the mirror at my back. His reflection towers over mine, so dark and s3xy in his black dress shirt and trousers. His size and strength are so daunting, and his skin vibrant bronze next to my porcelain complexion and slender limbs. I’m wearing deep purple tonight, and his hand finds my tummy with practiced ease.

How can you say that?” He demands, gentle but fierce, his lips moving against the shell of my ear as his eyes pierce me through the glass. “Ella, you’re giving me everything.”

My own hand slides to the place where our baby rests, stopping just above his. However moment later his palm is over mine, pulling our hands just over my belly button. “I wish you could feel what I do.” He tells me solemnly. “You’ll understand when he quickens when you can feel his movement and moods.” For the first time, the mirror Sinclair pulls his gaze from mine, but only so the real man can turn his head to look at me in reality.

My heart stops beating as I turn my face to his, eager to hear what he has to share about our baby. “You’re his whole world – he’s never happier than when he hears your voice.”

“Really?” l squeak, tears flooding my eyes.

“Really.” Sinclair confirms, and l’m surprised and impressed to see there isn’t even the smallest hint of jealousy in his expression. “Everything I care about, is right here.” He continues, tugging me back against him a little, in a way that makes my delusional mind think that he might be talking about me as well as the baby. “You are making all my dreams come true.”

I’m shaking my head, tears flowing freely now.”

Don’t you get it?” I ask hoarsely. “You gave me a miracle too.” I remind him. “It doesn’t seem fair that you should get me so many other gifts too.”

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me back around. He wipes away my tears and slides the ring onto my finger. “Now everyone will know that we’re taking

ask. “But I thought the mating ceremony was

time to make it official.

such a whirlwind of emotion as he guides me out the door that I can barely think straight. Sometimes I feel like Sinclair are

what this all means, what’s changed and why this is

see hundreds of vendors set up on the ice. I’d love to

down on the wintry scene. “The processions will start here and weave

beginning. “But if it doesn’t start for an hour, then

we could take advantage of the peace and quiet and skate

whisper nervously,

head, as if I should know better than to ask such a silly question. “I won’t let you fall,

to my side all night long, never letting me out of arm’s reach and holding my hand more often than not. 0f course, the

constantly approaching him, saying hello, congratulating us on the baby or commenting on the campaign. The media also starts to arrive after someone tips them off about our early arrival, and it’s as Sinclair shakes hands with a constituent that I begin to

make it five feet before her catches me. “Not so fast, you.” He

have eyes in the

wolf has special Ella radar.” He jokes. ‘So you just keep on

my tongue out at him, and flames burst to life in his vibrant eyes. “Are you

his mate, even though I know

you let your woman speak to you?” A new voice drawls behind us, Sinclair’s expression goes very hard, but he doesn’t look the least bit surprised to see the Prince hovering over my shoulder.

she-wolves.” Sinclair growls, emphasizing the first part of his sentence in

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