#Chapter 277-Ella Gets Hungry

Sinclair

1 wake, a few hours later, jumping up straight the moment I realize that Elle n’t next to me

She had drifted off to sleep hours ago after a simple dinner and a movie marathon. While she dozed next to me, I’d spent most of the late hours of the night answered the stack of emails piling up in my inbox and watching her sleep from the corner of my eye. But now, when my eyes peeked open for just a moment after maybe two hours of sleep?

Gone

I hurl the sheets off of me, getting to my feet in a flash, my head whipping around as I search the empty room for her with all of my senses. But my eyes tell me that she’s not here, and my nose

Her scent is dull, but not stale She hasn’t been gone long

A growl starts in my chest as I stalk from the room, looking through the empty hallways for my mate, desperate to find her. She was on bed rest, damn it – where the hell else would she be except bed? Unless

Unless, something had happened – but she’d have woken me –

Or she’d been kidnapped – but there’s no way I’d have slept through that.

I follow her scent quickly, my anger intensifying as I realize that it leads me down stairs. God damn it, the doctor expressly forbid her from stairs. I pound down the staircase hurrying through the hall and slamming open the kitchen door –

But then, she’s suddenly there. Seated alone at the kitchen table in the dark, surrounded by a pile of food, her eyes wide.

piece of cold fried chicken back down to its plate. “Do you want

wave. “What are you doing down here?” She looks up at me with her eyes still

obvious.

don’t let her off the hook.

“I didn’t go far!”

told you not to go

go up stairs. And I slid down on

pressing my eyes shut. “Ella,” I whisper between

hungry!”

could have gotten you food! Anything

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apology. “You would have gotten up,” she scolds, her voice worried. “When you’d just fallen asleep, Dominic She shakes her gently at

back upstairs? After your…” “I stare around at the rather shocking amount of food gathered on the kitchen table, “feast?” “You have like six couches, Dominic,” she replies, smiling innocently up at me like a little kid who knows they can get out of trouble if they’re cute enough. Damn it, but it works. Just a little. “I’d have napped on one of those until morning, when you got up, and could lift me in your big

and raising a hand to play with the ends of her lovely rose–gold hair. I’m starting to calm now, realizing that

me a big smile and reaching for an

sitting next to her. She hasn’t won – not yet but…well, I can’t really resist the sight

I blurt out, frowning at her selection. It’s absolutely all over the place – fried chicken, pasta salad, cakes, wasabi–dipped

of licorice. “That’s also why I couldn’t wake you to bring me food. I didn’t know what I wanted. Turns out, I wanted it all.” I grimace as she takes a

We’ll just make sure you have a better selection upstairs. Maybe we can hire someone…” I drift off into my thoughts, trying to think through solutions as she continues to pick through the

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