Sinclair

I stare at my father, not comprehending his words.

What do you mean she left?”

“Well you took off and your brother came along and started whispering in her ear about Lydia and picking arguments with me.” Dad explains pointedly. “l wasn’t surprised when Ella walked away – the poor thing clearly doesn’t like conflict. I thought maybe she’d just gone back to the restroom, but she hasn’t come back and I haven’t seen hide nor hair of her since.”

“Damnit,”I swear, dragging a hand through my hair and looking around. I don’t see the guards I specially assigned to her, and I can only hope that they’re with her – not searching for her too.

“What were you thinking, running off that way?” My father scolds.

“I had to make sure Lydia wasn’t a threat to her or the pup.”l grit out, wondering just how much damage my impulsivity has done. Between leaving Ella alone, publicly arguing with Lydia and now preparing to walk out before the feast has truly kicked off, it’s entirely possible that I’ve hurt my campaign – not to mention the mother of my pup.

“I understand that but you must know how that looked to Ella.” My father sighs. “And Roger didn’t help.”

“What did he say to her?” I demand, more harshly than I intended.

“About what you’d expect.” Dad grimaces. “That Lydia came back to try to mend bridges and you would dump Ella in a heartbeat to get back together with your fated mate.”

A low growl tears through my chest, and I’ve half a mind to go track down my treacherous brother and make him eat his words. However my wolf won’t allow that.

He’s demanding we see to Ella first – her welfare is more important than punishing Roger.

I make my excuses to the King and Queen, using Ella’s illness as an excuse. No one could fault me for caring for my breeding mate rather than furthering my campaign, and Dad and I return to the limo without much objection. The driver confirms he took Ella home a little while ago, but I won’t relax until I can talk with her.

When I get home, my rooms are empty, and l know it’s a bad sign if Ella is sleeping in her own bed. She only ever does this if she’s unhappy with me or – Goddess forbid, in need of privacy to relieve our s3xual tension.

of the latter, so I make my

awake. She sits up when l enter, her golden eyes wide.

left, did you?” I inquire, coming to sit on the edge

gone.” She winces almost as soon as the words are out of her mouth. “I’m sorry,

admonish, “not for sharing your

so petty.” She whispers,

then.”I tease, brushing the hair back from her face. “it’s the least I can offer when you’re giving me a baby. What you’re not

when wearing the same expression. Lydia had adopted this look to try and manipulate me, but

my hand around to her nape. I close my hand around the back of her neck. massaging her tense muscles with my thumb. “You don’t really think l’m going to

knowing she was in the wrong, but attempting to push

tell anyone where you went.” I reply.

was really worried about you,

guilt-stricken. “I’m sorry, that’s not what I

I press, encouraging her to lean her

get out of there.” Ella murmurs, leaning her

at me? Trying to punish me for leaving you alone?” I suggest, trailing my

just felt overwhelmed, you were gone and Roger and your Dad were arguing, I didn’t know what

do with the things Roger said to you about

a sentiment very close to the one she’d shared the first time Roger sought her

I probe, overflowing

never have that bond with you. He’s not wrong.” She answers blithely. Despite her casual

she’s letting on. ls it terrible

be

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