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.”

was about always being in

is in charge when it comes to

no mating here!” Ella objects, “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m human!” Her whispered words are barely audible even to my own ears, but I

I’m not thinking about romancing Ella, I’m thinking about how

poor thing is still shivering and I’m worried she might have been right, without a wolf’s resilience to the elements, it might be too

a moment I wonder if I’m doing a terrible thing putting Ella through all this. Not only these events that throw her So far out of her comfort zone and into a world she doesn’t yet understand,

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

avoiding a civil war, preventing a despot from taking the throne, saving countless 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

presses me sullenly, “Why are

done we can go home and curl up in front of a warm fire, and then I’ll rub your feet and feed

and k!ssed for the cameras! We should just say I’m ill and make our apologies.” Her tone goes from exasperated and sharp, to sounding so small I might believe it belonged

stroking her long, silky hair. “I promise we’ll

her voice now, and trying to pull away from me. I know she’s only lashing out because she’s feeling so much

aren’t helping, but it’s clear she needs me to

you’re cold and afraid Ella.

dominance, but her mind no doubt consumed with battling thoughts of duty and unhappiness.Her

wolf complains, not that he needs to remind me. He whines like a pup any time Ella sheds so much as a single tear, even for silly reasons like eating all of her snack.

I answer sternly, and Ella takes up

I’m going to take care of you. It will be over before you know it.

her plump lower l!p is also trembling. “Fine.” She snaps, her voice thick with emotion. “But for the record, I

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