Sinclair

“This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done!” Ella exclaims, shifting restlessly beside me. We’re just arrived at the festival, and though she’s only wearing a silk robe, she looks stunning. She’s also nearly beside herself with anxiety, and getting increasingly feisty the closer we get to the big event.

“Poor darling, you’re shaking.” I croon, pulling Ella into my arms and rubbing her back. She’s all sharp edges, stiff and grumbling unhappily into my chest, but snuggling into my warmth despite her grumpy mood.

“Of course I’m shaking, it’s freezing. I’m wearing next to nothing and it’s winter!” She exclaims, gesturing to the snow falling around us. “How are we even supposed to do this ridiculous ritual without getting hypothermia!”

“First because wolves run much hotter than humans.” I answer, catching her hands and tucking them between our bodies so they’l get warm too. “Second, because the stone circle is surrounded by thermal pools and the base is heated from below by hot springs. I promise you’ll be plenty warm. And if you’re not then there’s always body heat.”

I’m waggling my eyebrows suggestively, but Ella doesn’t laugh. She pouts, peeking up at me, “I thought you were going to respect my wishes.”

“I’m doing my best.” I share, “but it isn’t easy. Especially when you’re so beautifully responsive.”

This much is true, I might have an easier time respecting Ella’s boundaries if she didn’t react so openly and passionately to my advances. But the reality is that she’s obviously affected by me, and it’s hard not to feel encouraged when she melts into my arms like hot honey.

“That’s just my h0rmones.” Ella insists. “You have to listen to what I say, not what I do.”

“Ah, so ‘actions speak louder than words’ doesn’t count in your book.” I tease.

“That’s right.” Ella answers stiffly, “My body isn’t my own right now, it’s the baby’s. That means you have to take my word over my reactions.”

“Alright.” I agree. “But I hope you’ll give me a little slack when I slip up.”

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is in charge when it comes to mating, and he’s not

forgotten, I’m human!” Her whispered words are barely audible even to my

It seems if I’m not thinking about romancing Ella,

I’m worried she might have been right, without a wolf’s resilience to the elements, it might be too cold for her to participate. Though in truth, I think it’s only partly due to the weather. I

throw her So far out of her comfort zone and into a world she doesn’t yet understand, or even asking her to suffer through the cold

fraud, to go against her own honest nature to deceive and trick people. I don’t believe it’s possible to corrupt Ella, or her life would have already done it, but it feels very hard to forgive myself for forcing her into this situation. In hindsight I can clearly see that’s what I did- it might have been her idea, but she’d felt like she had no other

lives. And there’s no way of justifying ending all this just to save one human some distress – yet I want to. I want to go back in time and tell Ella I will keep her and the baby a secret so that they’ll never be in danger from my enemies, and never have to adopt this facade. I want to call off our arrangement so that she want shiver anymore. Now not only do I think my wolf is broken, I think I’m losing my mind

me sullenly, “Why are you

front of a warm fire,

make our apologies.” Her tone goes from exasperated and sharp, to sounding so small I might believe it belonged to a

I murmur, tucking her head to my chest and stroking her long, silky hair. “I

and trying to pull away from me. I know she’s only lashing out because she’s

she needs me to help ground her,

as I rumble. “This is an important ritual.”I explain, in a tone that makes her visibly squim. “I know you’re cold and afraid Ella. Honestly, I would spare you this if

struggling internally, her body responding to my purrs and my dominance, but her mind no doubt consumed with battling thoughts of duty and unhappiness.Her

pup any time Ella sheds so much as a single tear, even for silly reasons like eating all

it, but you need it.” I answer sternly,

over before you know it. I won’t make us stay a minute longer than we

also trembling. “Fine.” She snaps, her voice thick with

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