Ch. 11..20

Chapter 11

Sinclair shook his head almost as soon as the words were out of Ella’s mouth. The idea was intriguing, but it would never succeed. “That’s not how it works – we aren’t mates. My kind only gets one, and everyone already knows I found mine many years ago.” Sinclair informed her coolly.

“But… you got divorced.” Ella’s words were tremulous and hesitant, as if she was afraid to bring up the subject. She’d clearly been very busy with her research. He was about to tell her off, when his wolf roared in his head. Enough! Stop this, you know she’s right – it’s better for everyone this way.

Sinclair was taken aback, his wolf never disagreed with him – they’d always been on the same page about everything. The pup is most important, it needs its mother. His wolf continued, besides, she’s not asking you for anything – if she was just a gold-digger like Lydia, she’d be eager to move in with you.

I don’t know. Sinclair thought. It’s worth taking a second look at Ella’s background but –

No buts! His wolf interrupted. Give her what she wants.

Why are you so determined about this? Sinclair demanded, surprised by his inner canine’s insistence.

We can’t hurt Ella. His wolf proclaimed fiercely. She’ll suffer if we take the pup away.

Sinclair had to admit he didn’t want the lovely human to be in pain, but he still didn’t trust her. His wolf on the other hand was absolutely adamant, and all shifters knew better than to question their animal instincts. Intuition didn’t lie – not when it came to the supernatural.

“Fine.” He grumbled. “But only if you help with my campaign. It won’t be easy, there’s more to being a Luna than standing on my arm and looking pretty.”

Ella’s face lit up so brightly Sinclair had to fight his smile. His wolf on the other hand, actually wagged his tail like an excited puppy. What the hell is going on with me? He thought, speaking more to himself than his wolf – who was clearly losing his mind.

“What’s a Luna?” Ella asked curiously, barely able to contain her joy but trying to remain engaged in the conversation.

“It’s an Alpha’s mate.” Sinclair explained, realizing just how much he was going to have to teach her. “And for the record, this little arrangement will only last until I meet a she-wolf who might fill the role for real.”

“But you just told me werewolves only get one mate.” Ella questioned, not understanding.

“We only get one fated mate. Chosen mates are completely different. We can choose as many as we like, but the Goddess only grants us one fated love.” Sinclair informed her. “The bond is different.”

“Different, as in weaker?” Ella clarified.

“No – just different.” Sinclair corrected. “Not all fated mates are a good fit, and some chosen couples are much happier together.”

“So if you find another mate, I won’t be allowed to see the baby anymore?” Ella asked, gnawing on her lower lip.

“We can talk about it if and when it happens.” Sinclair stated after a moment. “But I want to be very clear that this agreement only lasts as long as it works. If we can’t find a way to get along well enough to convince people or if I learn that this is all another one of your tricks–” Ella’s eyes flared with anger, but Sinclair forged on ahead. “The deal is off.”

Though Ella’s cheeks were flushed bright pink, she set her shoulders as if preparing herself to take on a great challenge. “Fine. Have your people draw up the contracts.”

“I will.” Sinclair agreed, “As soon as you pack your bags.”

Ella sent another glower his way, and though his wolf was preoccupied thinking how adorable she was when she was grumpy, Sinclair couldn’t help but take her in hand. He Reached out and caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her pretty face up to his. “And Ella – the first rule of being a shifter? The Alpha makes the rules.”

Sinclair watched as his words sunk in. Ella’s eyes narrowed, and she was squirming again, positively overflowing with defiance. He had to give her credit, for someone who’d only just learned about the existence of werewolves, she certainly wasn’t afraid of him. In fact, she was showing much more bravery than many fully grown wolves did facing down an Alpha. Of course, there were Alphas, and then there was Sinclair– who was strong enough to bring even the most dominant pack leaders in line. Though perhaps it was simply that Ella didn’t realize just how dangerous he was.

After a moment Ella settled, looking up at Sinclair from beneath her lashes. “Yes, sir.” She ground out, clearly hating being forced to submit.

“I like the sound of that.” He praised, dragging his thumb over her full bottom lip. “But if we’re going to pull this off, you should call me Dominic.”

A visible shiver ran down Ella’s spine, and Sinclair’s wolf purred with pleasure. Her amber eyes were so wide he could see every glimmering shade of gold in her irises. Her dark lashes fluttered as he stared her down, and eventually she lowered her eyes and murmured, “Yes, Dominic.”

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When Ella arrived back at Dominic Sinclair’s mansion, she was beside herself with confusion. She’d started her negotiation with him feeling completely in control, but now it seemed like he’d completely turned the tables on her. She wasn’t sure when or how it had happened, but the bossy werewolf had somehow managed to get the better of her. In the moment it had seemed like he had some strange power over her, like she’d been hypnotized by his dark gaze.

Her mind was absolutely overflowing with thoughts, but the moment she stepped into the bedroom Sinclair had prepared for her, her mind went entirely blank. It was the same room she’d woken up in that afternoon, but everything was different now.

The beautiful space was full of candles and music, the air scented with essential oils. Ella felt as if she was walking into a spa, in fact there were even servants running a hot bath in the massive whirlpool tub in the bathroom, just waiting for her to arrive. Ella could barely take in all the finery and amenities Sinclair had brought in, including a craft table and miniature fridge full of drinks and snacks. There was even a massage table set up along the far wall. “You did all this for me?” Ella gaped, staring up at Sinclair’s handsome face in abject disbelief.

He blinked down at her, not seeming to understand why she was so surprised. “Pups are more important than anything.”

Of course. Ella thought, somewhat bitterly. It’s not for me, it’s for the pup.

“Here.” Sinclair offered Ella a small golden bell. “Ring this whenever you need anything.”

Ella shook her head, trying to push the bell away. “I don’t feel comfortable being waited on by servants.”

“It’s not for the servants.” Sinclair informed her, guiding her to wrap her fingers around the bell, “it’s for me. If you need me for anything, ring that and I’ll come.”

Ella reeled, “But… couldn’t I just come find you, am I not allowed to leave this room.”

Sinclair rolled his eyes. “Of course you can. I’m just trying to make things easy on you – you should be as relaxed as possible for the next six months.”

“Six months?” Ella repeated, feeling as though she was missing something. “Should I be stressed after that?”

“I think that’s unavoidable. Since you’ll have a new baby.” Sinclair quipped, catching sight of her confused expression. “Shifter pregnancies are shorter than humans, around six months – that’s why the baby was so large at your ultrasound.”

“Oh.” Ella was still busy processing that detail when Sinclair excused himself for a phone call. Six months? She thought fearfully. That doesn’t give me nearly as much time to prepare.

Suddenly needing some fresh air, Ella went to the window and pulled it open, heaving in two very large lungfuls. The brisk winter air felt good on her flushed skin, even if opening the window had unleashed a torrent of sound on her ears. In the yard below men – or wolves, she supposed – were sparring on a snow covered lawn. They violently clashed with bare hands and weapons, openly shouting, growling and laughing. The tumult was so uproarious that Ella was tempted to slam the window shut, but she didn’t want to lose the refreshing air.

Ella eyed the bell in her hand, curious to see if it really would bring Sinclair to her side – even in the middle of a business call. With a mischievous smile, she rang the bell and waited. Within thirty seconds, Sinclair was in front of her, looking down at her with amusement – as if he knew exactly what she was up to. “You rang?”

“Would it be possible for them to do … that,” Ella gestured at the commotion on the lawn, “somewhere else? It’s very loud.”

Without hesitation Sinclair leaned out the window and told the sparring sentries to go elsewhere, ordering them not to train outside this window anymore. Ella watched in amazement as the men immediately raced to obey – what must it be like to be so powerful that people fell over themselves to

do your bidding? It struck her that Sinclair was the most powerful person in every room he walked into, yet here he was, deferring to her – doing whatever she asked.

“Thank you.” Ella murmured.

“You’re welcome.” Sinclair answered, still fighting his smile. The more time he spent with Ella, the more endearing he found the little human. In fact, it was enough to make him question everything he’d been thinking the last couple of days. He’d already ordered a second investigation into her background, and he could barely stand the thought of waiting two days for the results. He’d have to keep his distance until then, until he knew whether he could trust her – once and for all.

Two days. He thought impatiently, That’s nothing, you can easily stay away that long… right?

 

 

Chapter 12

Sinclair was sitting in his office, trying not to think about Ella.

Two days had dragged past at a snail’s pace, and the Alpha was finding it more and more difficult to stay away from the pretty human. His wolf was driving him up the wall, constantly suggesting that they go and check on her, just to make sure she was alright.

It was ridiculous – he knew she was perfectly fine. The mischievous creature rang her bell every few hours, just to see if he’d come to her. In fact, he was starting to think the bell had been a bad idea. He was beginning to crave hearing it, hoping she would ring the damned thing so he could give in to his wolf and go see her. Of course, every time it happened, Ella would scramble for some anemic excuse to explain the call – yet he was never bothered. Sinclair could tell she was just testing her limits and amusing herself, this was probably the first time in her life anyone had taken care of her, and he couldn’t bear to spoil her fun.

Ella was so unlike his ex, Lydia, that it made his head spin. Sinclair had loved his mate and wanted to give her everything her heart desired, but she wasn’t the most easy-going of she-wolves. Even before she’d shown her true colors and betrayed him, he’d known going through a pregnancy with her would be very difficult. He could imagine her in Ella’s shoes now, demanding every unreasonable extravagance she could imagine and complaining non-stop. She would have made a wondrous experience a trial – something not to relish but endure– whereas Ella was sweetly reveling in the magic of creating life, overwhelmed to find herself in comfort rather than constantly struggling.

Sinclair’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and he promptly called, “come in.”

His heart leapt when the investigator he’d hired to look into Ella poked his head through the door, “Is now a good time, Alpha?”

“Yes.” He agreed, more than eager to hear what the man had discovered.

“Well you were right.” The investigator announced as he entered and plopped into the chair opposite Sinclair’s. “I checked with the police, Ella Reina reported a stolen identity a couple of days after the insemination, and until a few months ago her financial history was perfectly sound.”

Sinclair’s wolf howled triumphantly in his head. I knew it! I knew she wasn’t bad.

“Do the police have any leads?” Sinclair questioned.

“Oh she told them exactly who was responsible.” The investigator shared. “She claimed her ex- boyfriend had opened about a dozen credit cards in her name, and the story tracks. All of the credit cards she opened herself have no debt on them whatsoever. She pays off her balance every month like clockwork, and all the charges are very modest. The new cards were maxed out almost immediately on luxury items which certainly weren’t in her home based on your description. It’s a completely different spending pattern. I think she was telling you the truth, at the time of the insemination, she didn’t know she was in financial trouble.”

“Then how did my sperm end up getting switched with the donor she chose?” Sinclair questioned, beyond relieved to hear the mother of his pup was not another shallow, gold-digging schemer like Lydia.

“I don’t know, but you said yourself she hasn’t asked you for anything other than the right to stay with the baby. Her file at the clinic indicated she’s been trying to get pregnant for years.” The investigator reasoned. “That doesn’t sound like someone who set out to entrap you.”

Sinclair felt a pang deep in his chest. Like him, Ella had struggled with fertility for years, only to be betrayed by her partner. For all their differences, he was beginning to think they had more in common than they realized. However there was one thing he didn’t understand, and he was tired of going through the investigator. It was time to get the story straight from the source… and this time he’d actually listen.

When he arrived at Ella’s room, he found her curled up in the window seat with a sunbeam bathing her in golden light, sound asleep. She was wearing some of the silk pajamas he’d purchased for her when he saw her shabby sleep clothes on day one, and looked so sweet it actually hurt to look at her. He was reluctant to disturb her, knowing she needed her rest, and started to retreat. However the sound of his footsteps must have roused her, because a moment later Ella opened her eyes and yawned. Stretching like a sleepy kitten and offering him a welcoming smile. “Good morning.”

“I think you mean, good afternoon.” Sinclair teased, fighting the urge to brush the hair from her face. “How are you feeling.”

Ella’s stomach answered for her, growling pointedly and making her flush. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Sinclair insisted, “I”ll get you something to eat. What would you like?”

Ella peeked up at him from beneath her lashes, “does it have to be healthy?”

Chuckling, Sinclair strode forward and kneeled down beside her. He pressed one hug palm to her belly, making her flinch with surprise, then shushing her gently and petting her hair. “Shh, I just want to feel the baby.” He focused on the tiny being in Ella’s womb, trying to pick up on their developing mental link.

Once he did, he began laughing again, a rich cozy sound that wrapped Ella in warmth. “So, pickles and ice cream, is that it?”

“How did you know that!” Ella exclaimed, her eyes wide.

“All shifter parents have a mental link with their pups, even in the womb.” He explained.

“Is that why I can hear you in my head sometimes?” Ella questioned. “Like when I passed out, I swear I could hear you from inside me.”

Sinclair nodded. He was surprised that a human was able to pick up on it, but it was the only explanation. “That’s right. Now, sit tight and I’ll get your snack.”

Ella was surprised that Sinclair planned on preparing it himself. She assumed he’d send a servant, if he’d even allow her to have something so unhealthy. He’d been so adamant about prenatal vitamins, exercise and care. Apparently cravings were a different matter though – he must have understood how powerful the hunger was. When he returned, with a heaping bowl of ice cream and a plate of pickles, Ella almost wanted to hug him she was so grateful. Of course, she put that idea out of her head immediately. Dominic Sinclair was many things, but she seriously doubted he was a hugger.

Ella tucked into the snack, sighing with pleasure and making Sinclair grin… though it didn’t last for long. “I hate to ruin your good mood,” he began apologetically, “but I wanted to ask – why did you go to a sperm bank to get pregnant, if you didn’t know about your boyfriend’s betrayal until afterwards?”

Ella blinked, “You’ve decided you believe me about the debt, then?”

“My investigators took a closer look at your situation.” He agreed. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you at first… trust doesn’t always come easily for me.”

“I suppose I can understand that.” Ella answered, somewhat cryptically. Working up the courage to tell this intimidating man her story, she took a deep breath. “But I did know about Mike’s betrayal beforehand – just not the identity theft. The truth is that he kept me around for years because… well, basically he wanted a trophy in his bed. All the time I was trying to get pregnant, he was sleeping with my best friend and giving me the morning after pill every morning in my coffee. I caught him in the affair the same day I learned that my eggs were so diminished that if I didn’t get pregnant now, I never would.”

Tears were streaming down her face now, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at Sinclair. Setting the ice cream down, she concluded. “So you see, this baby is my last chance… my only chance. That’s

why I went to Cora – I couldn’t risk failing again.”

Before she knew what was happening, Sinclair had pulled her out of the window and into his arms. Suddenly Ella found herself cushioned by warm muscles on all sides. She was so completely enveloped in his embrace, she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began. So much for not being a hugger. “I’m so sorry, Ella.” He rumbled against her hair.

She nodded pitifully, trying to hold herself together despite the growing temptation to let this strange man comfort her. He smelled so wonderful, and she felt so safe – safer than she could ever remember feeling, though that shouldn’t be possible. After all, she barely knew the man and he’d caused her nothing but trouble. “I won’t take the baby from you.” Sinclair declared then, astonishing Ella. “If I do find a new mate, you can have visitation rights.”

“Really?” Ella sniffled, not believing her ears.

“Yes. I’m sorry I’ve been so harsh.” Sinclair purred, stroking her spine.

That was all it took. The next thing Ella knew, she was sobbing her heart out into Sinclair’s collar, while he rocked and soothed her. As gentle as he was with the fragile human, Sinclair was furious inside. He couldn’t recall ever feeling so much rage for anyone. His wolf was going berserk with the need to find and punish Ella’s ex-boyfriend. He wanted to destroy the man who had broken her heart. She was the mother of his pup, and no one had the right to harm her.

Even as he held her, a plan formed in his mind. A plan to make Mike pay for his crimes. The police might not be able to help Ella, but he certainly could.

 

Chapter 13

This is confusing.

It was much easier for me to hate Sinclair when he was being overbearing and bossy, I’m not sure what to make of all this kindness. It seems too good to be true, and that’s a guaranteed red flag. I learned the hard way growing up as an orphan, if it seems too good to be true, it’s because it is.

At the same time, I can’t bring myself to pull away from Sinclair. He’s still holding and rocking me more tenderly than I ever could have imagined. Has anyone ever held me this way? Mike certainly didn’t, and while Cora has always comforted me in times of need, this does not feel like cuddling Cora. I’m aware of Sinclair’s touch in a way that is far from sisterly, I feel as though I’m being scalded by his heat, and wonder if werewolves run higher temperatures than humans.

It strikes me quite suddenly that if Sinclair is half this attentive with his children, my baby will have more love than I could have possibly hoped for. He really will make a wonderful father – assuming this isn’t some act to make me agree to some new condition on our agreement. Then again, I remember how kind he’s always been to Jake and Millie, how obviously he loves children.

I’m not sure where it comes from, but suddenly I feel a rush of jealousy for the woman who will become his mate. She will be very lucky indeed, and it’s obvious his sperm wasn’t the problem with his past fertility struggles now. They’ll probably have many children together, and my baby can have siblings to love and play with. I might not be able to have a big family, but my child will be part of one – and that’s what’s important, right? So why do I feel so bitter at the thought of another woman being with Sinclair?

I might suspect that a she-wolf would feel threatened by my baby, because it would prevent one of her own pups from becoming Sinclair’s heir, but I know that’s not it either. I snuggle closer as my tears slow, and Sinclair purrs, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. Why is it so hard to pull away from him? Why does the idea of leaving his arms make me so disappointed?

I can’t be attracted to him. I can’t. It’s a recipe for disaster!

“What are you thinking about?” His deep voice sounds in my ear, and I jolt as if I’ve been shocked. I can feel myself coloring already, and when I look up at him, there’s a knowing smirk on his face.

I try to conjure an excuse that would explain my embarrassment, so I confess a half truth, “I was thinking I want more ice cream.”

Sinclair frowns now, eyeing the bowl I’ve just finished. “I think that might be overdoing it. The doctor said you needed a very nutritious diet.”

The baby doesn’t care for this, and neither do I. My craving hasn’t been satisfied yet, and no one has ever deigned to tell me what I can or cannot eat. “I’m an adult, Sinclair. I can see to my own health.”

“I’ve asked you to call me Dominic.” He reminds me, catching me in the crosshairs of his piercing eyes.

“My point remains the same no matter what I call you.” I state tritely, pulling away from him at last. I slip off his knee and rise to my feet. His collar is soaked through with my tears, and though I’m standing and he’s kneeling, he’s still almost as tall as I am. I place my hands on my hips, trying not to cower in the face of his stern expression.

“What if I make you something else, what’s your favorite dish?” Sinclair questions.

Rolling my eyes, I retrieve my bowl and circle around him, heading for the door. My fingers are inches from the handle when a tree trunk arm circles my middle and I’m lifted off my feet. “Hey! Put me down!”

“Such a naughty little human.” Sinclair clucks in disapproval, setting me down on the couch.

“You said I was free to go wherever I wish here.” I remind him. “I want to go to the kitchen.”

“You may go to the kitchen if you like,” He agrees, “but not if you’re only going to fill up on ice cream. That baby needs more than sugar and fat to grow big and strong.”

The more this goes on, the more I feel like a child. Here I am, demanding sweets when I know it isn’t best for my child, but I can’t help the cravings I’m experiencing. The baby wants what it wants, and there’s no reasoning with my hormones. They are stronger than any PMS or mood swing I’ve ever experienced before, it makes me feel like a different person. I’m a mature adult, I’ve been on my own my whole life – I raised myself and Cora, even though she’s older. So why do I feel like crying again simply because I’m not going to get my way?

I’m still caught up in my thoughts when I feel calloused fingers stroke my cheek, drawing my attention up to Sinclair. “Has no one ever cared for you enough to set limits?” He asks, searching my face. In the wrong tone it might have sounded like a cruel reminder, but he speaks with true sympathy.

“I’m an orphan, remember?” I bite, my voice thick with emotion. “No one has ever cared for me at all – not the way you mean.”

“Well that changes now.” Sinclair proclaimed firmly, leaving no room for argument. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I remain in my room, trying to get hold of myself and wrap my brain around this strange new relationship with Sinclair. I feel very confused by his behavior, and my own feelings. My body is responding to him like it’s never responded to anyone – it feels as if I’ve come alive after a very long sleep – but I have to wonder whether that’s only the baby? Surely if there is such a strong bond between Sinclair and the pup that they have a mental link, I must be affected too.

I’m so lost in my thoughts that I almost don’t realize it when the man in question returns, carrying a tray. He sets it down in front of me and though I’m feeling contrary enough that I’m tempted to reject it on principle, that impulse evaporates as soon as he raises the cloche to reveal the meal he’s prepared. It’s

macaroni and cheese with broccoli, not exactly healthy, but certainly better than ice cream. Not to mention, it’s my absolute favorite dish from childhood.

“How did you know?” I ask, astonished. This is not something he could have possibly learned from his link with the baby. It’s not a craving, but a personal fact very few people know.

“I have my ways.” Sinclair answers slyly, offering me a fork.

I accept it gladly, and wonder again at this mysterious man… wolf. There’s so much about him I don’t understand, things that have nothing to do with being a werewolf, and everything to do with his human side.

“What happened between you and your mate?” I ask, not sure if this is an appropriate question for me to ask, but deciding to test my luck. “When you said not all fated mates are good fits, were you talking about yourself?”

Sinclair blinks, and at first I don’t think he’ll answer, but after a moment he sighs and sits beside me. He leans forward and rests his elbows on my knees. “Yes.” He admits, watching me take my first bite of food with laser sharp focus. I moan with pleasure when the flavors hit my tongue, and some unreadable emotion flashes in his green eyes. “Lydia was beautiful, intelligent, and incredibly calculated. I don’t know if there was ever really love between us, or just the bond. We married because… that’s what you do when you find your mate. I knew she’d make a good Luna, and I wanted a family. I wanted to give her everything she desired – that’s the way it is with mates, even when the feelings are complicated, you feel compelled to make them happy.”

“Unfortunately what Lydia wanted was a baby.” Sinclair continued grimly. “And when I could not give her one, she left me for another Alpha – without a second thought. In the end I’m not sure if she loved me, or my money and power. She was a very materialistic woman, and the status of being a Luna wasn’t worth nearly as much if she didn’t produce an heir.”

 

Chapter 14

For a moment I don’t know how to answer the strange woman. Am I ready to begin learning how to be a queen? Is anyone ever? That’s the kind of job that takes a lifetime of preparation, and I still don’t even recognize half the words these people are using.

“Am I supposed to know what a beta is?” I whisper to Aileen, watching Sinclair stride out the door with an unreadable expression on his face.

“A beta is like a second in command.” She smiles warmly, coming forward and taking both of my hands in hers. Now that we’re alone, she looks me over with an approving nod. “Well you are a stunning little thing, I have to say. When Sinclair explained the situation to us I wasn’t sure what to think, but now that I see you it makes a bit more sense. Any man would be lucky to have your genes passed down to their pups.”

I bristle at this statement. I don’t mind the compliment, but after what happened with Mike, I’m not overly fond of people commenting on my looks. I’ve already had one man reduce all of my value to physical beauty, so I’m definitely not crazy about an entire society of werewolves looking at me through the same lens. Luckily if we pull this off, they’ll all believe I’m a shifter, but I suspect there will still be some questions. I’ll have to talk to Sinclair about giving me a good backstory.

“But being a beta is more than just a job, isn’t it?” I say, pushing past the awkwardness of the abrupt subject change. “It’s something you’re born into?”

Aileen seems to notice my discomfort, and takes her hands away. “Well yes, all wolves are born as alphas, betas or omegas.”

“And what do those things actually mean?” I press, not understanding.

“You can think about it like a class system, though it’s more complicated than that. Every wolf is born into their role, and there isn’t any way of changing it. Alphas are the strongest both physically and in personality. That’s why they lead our packs, they are the only ones dominant enough to rule a lot of very powerful beings.” Aileen shares.

“But not all Alpha’s rule, do they?” I wonder aloud.

“No, only the strongest of the strong actually take control.” She clarifies patiently.

“So Sinclair?” Why does his name feel so electric on my tongue, why does the mere thought of him send a shiver down my spine?

“Is the most powerful of the pack leaders. That’s why he’s campaigning to be king.” Aileen reveals.

“But why is it a campaign?” I inquire. “If it just comes down to brute strength.”

“Well in the old days they would just fight, but we’re more evolved now. Now we don’t just want a ruler who can beat the competition into the ground, we want someone intelligent and compassionate.” Aileen explains.

“I have a hard time thinking of Sinclair as compassionate.” I admit. He was certainly ruthless when it came to our dealings. Then again, a little voice says in the back of my head. He did hold you when you cried.

Aileen looks as though she’s reading my mind. “Don’t let Dominic fool you.” She advises. “He’s had a rough go of it with his mate. Trust me, once you get past all his walls and sharp edges, there’s a very loving man underneath.”

“I don’t think I’ll be the one to get past those things.” I murmur doubtfully.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” She muses. “You’re giving him a pup – after all this time.”

I don’t know what to make of this statement, and before I can consider it, Aileen is forging on ahead. “Now betas are born mediators. They aren’t so bossy as Alphas, so they don’t butt heads with the leader vying for control. They’re more mellow and even-tempered, they balance the Alpha out. That’s what my husband, Hugo, does for Dominic.”

“And omegas?” I ask.

“Omegas are on the bottom of the food chain, literally and figuratively. They’re smaller and weaker, and they have naturally submissive natures. They’re followers, not leaders.”

“So compared to a human,” I probe, “where would an omega stand?”

Aileen’s lip twitches, “All wolves are stronger, faster and have sharper senses than humans, no matter their rank. We’re different species, even the weakest wolf will be stronger than you.” She pauses thoughtfully. “I wonder how Dominic will cope with that.”

“What do you mean?” I question anxiously.

“Alpha’s are very protective, very possessive. He’s not going to like the idea that you’ll be so vulnerable among our kind.” She surmises, still halfway in her thoughts.

I can’t focus on this at the moment however – it’s not exactly news that Sinclair is bossy, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that magical creatures are real. “But how do shifters even exist?” I burst out. “I mean, do we have some common ancestor?”

“No, the goddess created us separate from humans.” Aileen corrects gently.

Well this is new information. “The goddess?”

“The moon goddess, she rules over all creatures.” Aileen informs me, as if this should be common sense.

“Why haven’t I ever heard of her?” I ask, holding my hands to my head in confusion.

“Humans are more distant from the divine. You don’t know about her, because you can’t feel her magic and influence. We can.” Aileen states matter-of-factly.

“Gosh that’s a lot to take in.” I mutter, trying to imagine what it would be like to feel celestial power, to commune with the gods of creation somehow. I never believed such a thing was possible. I never even believed in a god – how could I? My life hasn’t known manly blessings. It’s hard to believe in a higher power when all you know is suffering. While I’m lost in my thoughts, a young boy comes running through the door and Aileen catches him in a hug even as she scolds him.

“Naughty boy!” There was a huge smile on her face, and the child resembles her so clearly I know he must be her son. “You should know better than to enter a closed door without knocking!”

There’s pure maternal joy shining off her face, and I have to wonder whether it’s the first time they’ve seen each other that day, but when she speaks, it becomes clear that this is not the case. “Where’s your father, I left you with him only ten minutes ago!”

“I know but I missed you.” The boy grins up at his mother, and my heart melts in my chest. What must it be like to love someone so completely, to have such a powerful bond to another being? I want it so badly it hurts.

It’s still so surreal to think I’m really pregnant after all this time, that it takes me a moment to remember I don’t have to long hopelessly anymore. I’m going to have that kind of love soon. I press my hand to my belly with excitement. I can’t wait until my next check up, until I can hear that tiny heart beat again, and see the baby in a sonogram. Sinclair is taking me this afternoon – to a shifter doctor this time – and I’m counting down the minutes now more than ever.

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Thump thump thump.

Has there ever been a more beautiful sound than my baby’s heartbeat? If there has, I’ve certainly never heard it. This appointment is so different from my last one. Instead of Sinclair towering over me lobbing threats and accusations, he’s by my side, staring at the ultrasound screen with the widest smile I’ve ever seen on his face – completely transfixed.

I know exactly how he feels. These last few days I’ve felt like a higher power myself. I’m creating life inside me and it’s nothing short of a miracle. In the moments I can forget my troubles, I’m giddy with happiness. I didn’t realize how low my hope had fallen until I felt such disbelief at finally becoming pregnant.

“I never thought this day would come.” I didn’t mean to say the words, but they fall from my tongue as fresh tears burn in my eyes – tears of joy this time.

Sinclair’s face turns away from the screen for the first time, his brilliant green eyes landing on my face as a tender smile takes over his features. His massive hand slides around my crown, gently cradling my head as he lowers his brow to mine, until they’re resting against each other.

“It’s real.” He whispers to me, and I nod happily, taking comfort in his protective hands.

“Hmm.” The doctor mutters, breaking our revelry.

“What, is something wrong?” I ask anxiously. Sinclair’s thumb immediately begins brushing back and forth across my hair, instinctively soothing my fraying nerves.

“The baby’s just a bit small for my liking.” He tells us, making my heart race with worry.

Both men hear it immediately on the machines surrounding us, and Sinclair shushes me softly. “That’s not necessarily bad, is it?”

“Well babies develop at different rates, but for a man of your size and strength, I would have expected a larger fetus.” The doctor shares.

My hands are shaking, but Sinclair doesn’t seem bothered. He snorts, “They told my mother the same exact thing when she was carrying me, and I turned out fine. She was little, like you.” He adds warmly, “your body is doing it’s best, it needs to fatten up a bit before it can support a bigger baby.”

I have to fight the urge to laugh, and instead bat my lashes at him. “Then you should let me have all the ice cream I want.”

Sinclair tosses his head back and laughs, “You are incorrigible.” He remarks wryly. “What am I going to do with you at the campaign dinner tomorrow?”

“Campaign dinner?” I repeat, confused.

“Yes, didn’t I tell you?” He looks genuinely surprised, or I might be more upset. “Tomorrow it’s out of the frying pan and into the fire for our plan. I need you by my side. ”

 

Chapter 15

“What!” I exclaim, unable to wrap my head around this idea. “But I’m not ready!”

“You will be.” He promises. “Aileen will keep working with you tomorrow, and then we’ll go shopping so you can look the part. It’s only a meal, no one is going to be quizzing you on werewolf politics.”

“I don’t know.” I fret, “what if I say the wrong thing?”

“I’ll be with you the whole time.” Sinclair vows. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you put your foot in your mouth.”

This does make me feel better, but I’m still woefully far from feeling confident in my ability to pass as a completely different species. “Can’t we wait a little while?” I request anxiously. “I promise I’ll never miss another event, I just need a little more time.”

“Ella, the elections are in three months.” Sinclair says softly. “We don’t have much time to waste. Very few people change their minds at the last moment. My image has been marked with controversy from day one because I don’t have a family.”

“I don’t understand, why is that so controversial if the King is something people vote on. It’s not like having an heir is going to decide the future of succession.”

“Because it’s not about succession. It’s about personal stability. Unmated Alphas are viewed as being more temperamental and aggressive. If I have a mate and a pup however, people will view me as more grounded and cautious.” Sinclair explains.

“Is that true?” I ask, “that unmated alphas are wilder?”

Sinclair grimaces but nods, “To a degree, yes. Some men are more or less aggressive naturally, but it makes a difference when you have someone to take care of – someone who might be harmed if

anything happened to you.”

“Okay, so you’re saying it has to be tomorrow?” I surmise, “the sooner you turn your image around, the better.”

“That’s right.” Sinclair agrees. “As long as you’re well enough, I need you there.”

“And you promise you won’t leave my side?” I question.

“You have my word.” He vows.

“Okay then.” I concur, not feeling half as confident as I sound.

The doctor – who by now has finished his exam – steps out, leaving me with Sinclair to change clothes before we check out. However Sinclair doesn’t leave, he stays in the exam room as if he expects me to change in front of him.

“Aren’t you going to…?” I trail off, hoping he’ll pick up on my train of thought without me saying more.

“To what?” He asks, a knowing smile on his handsome face.

“I can’t change in front of you.” I protest, my cheeks going bright pink. “I’m only wearing underwear beneath this thing.”

His brow furrows, but there’s a devious glint to his intense eyes which makes me think he knows exactly what I mean. “Human modesty.” He clucks his tongue and shakes his head. “So prudish, you’ll see soon enough, wolves aren’t nearly as repressed.”

“I’m not a prude! Or repressed!” I defend hotly, climbing down from the table and regretting it instantly. A second ago I was equal to Sinclair in height, now he towers over me. .

“The Goddess made our bodies perfect as they are, why would we hide them?” He questions silkily, the same devilish smile on his face.

Narrowing my eyes at the big man, I grumble, “fine.” Whipping the gown off over my head, I stomp over to the corner where I left my clothes neatly folded. I tug them on quickly, but not so quickly that Sinclair will think I’m embarrassed about being exposed before him. When I turn back, he looks mildly impressed.

“I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.” He confesses. “But I’m sure glad you did.”

I notch my chin up defiantly. “I don’t back down that easily. You might have seven senses or whatever, but it will take more than that to figure me out.”

His smirk only grows as he closes the distance between us, invading my space with his powerful presence. “I can’t wait.”

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“What do you think?” I ask a few hours later, as I stand in front of a full length mirror in a gown which costs more than my apartment.

“I prefer the green one.” Sinclair responds thoughtfully, his penetrating gaze running up and down my body as I try on yet another dress.

I don’t know how to feel about this shopping trip. I’m enamored by the stunning clothes around us, but it seems so extravagant to spend so much on material things. I’m only too aware that orphans are starving in this very city, wouldn’t the money be better spent on charity?

I say as much to Sinclair, but he only smiles at me. How has our relationship changed so quickly? A couple of days ago he only glared at me, now he always seems to look at me fondly. “Did you find

nothing about my finances when you were snooping?”

“Research is not snooping.” I answer tritely. However then the memory rises, and I recall that he gives at least half his fortune to the less fortunate. “If you still have this much to spend on mere clothes after giving away so much, maybe you should give more.”

Sinclair shocks me completely. He nods thoughtfully. “Maybe I should.” I can only blink, Mike never listened to my advice – or indeed anything I said – with so much attention. It’s only now that I see what true consideration is like, that I realize just how deficient he was as a partner.

Trying to shake myself out of my thoughts, I change the subject. “So the green one?” I confirm, knowing precisely the dress to which he’s referring. It’s the same emerald shade as his eyes, and studded with gemstones and rose gold accents that precisely match my hair.

He nods. “It suits you, besides, it covers your shoulders.”

“Why should that matter?” I question in confusion.

“Because I haven’t marked you, and I don’t want people to notice.” He explains.

“Marked me?” I squeak, not understanding what this means.

“I take it Aileen didn’t get that far?” He guesses, rising from the dressing room chair and prowling towards me. My pulse spikes as he approaches, and suddenly I realize why I’d felt like a rabbit facing a wolf when I went to plead Cora’s case with him. That’s basically what we are, he could snap me up in one bite, and I’d be helpless to stop him. “A mark,” He begins, hooking his finger under the spaghetti strap of my gown and tugging it off my shoulder, “Is the way a wolf claims his mate.”

I gulp, too focused on Sinclair to fully process his works. “Mark how?”

“It’s a bite, right here.” His traces a finger over the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “A deep bite, one that leaves his scent permanently on her skin.”

“I – doesn’t that hurt?” I fret.

Sinclair laughs, a dark, husky sound. “No sweet Ella, not if you time it right.”

“Time it right with what?” I inquire innocently, furrowing my brow.

The next thing I know, Sinclair’s eyes are glowing with his wolf, and my knees go weak. “Maybe I’ll explain it to you one day. In the meantime I’ll just scent mark you.” He remarks cryptically. “Now stay there, I’m going to fetch one more dress to try.”

When he steps away, I realize just how attuned I am to his presence. I wasn’t aware of any of my other surroundings when he was near. He consumed my attention completely, barring all else.

Once he’s gone I notice a pretty blue frock on one of the racks just outside the dressing room. I move to examine it, but as soon as I take the dress from the rack, a second set of hands lands on the hanger and tries to yank it out of my hands. “Hey, I saw that first!”

The woman in front of me is blonde and pretty, but sneering with an awful expression. She pulls so hard on the hanger that I start to lose my balance. She must be a shifter, I think, she’s too strong to be a human. At this point, I’m only hanging onto the dress because it’s the only thing holding me upright, but the woman is soon trying to pry my hands free. “I said let go!”

I’m about to simply give up and fall to the ground, when a pair of powerful hands catch my waist, guiding my feet back to the ground.

“Take your hands off of her, right now!” Sinclair barks, his snarling voice silencing everyone in the store. The petty woman releases me quickly, seeming to shrink into herself in the face of the infuriated alpha.

“I’m so sorry, Alpha.” She apologizes. “I didn’t know she was with you.”

“That shouldn’t matter.” He declares, coming to my side. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” I insist, but before I can say more, another man speaks from behind us.

“Brother, don’t tell me you’re attacking defenseless woman now.” The shifter speaking turns his attention to me now. “And who’s this?”

 

 

Chapter 16

The stranger looks a lot like Sinclair, and the word “brother” strikes my interest. If they’re siblings, why is Sinclair looking at him so harshly? They don’t seem friendly at all.

“This is Ella.” Sinclair announces, sliding his arm around my waist. “My future mate, and the mother of my pup.”

“Our pup.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. I’m not sure why I said it, but the way Sinclair declared the pups as his – as if it belonged to him and not me – brought out my maternal instincts. I even growled a little as I staked my claim, making Sinclair’s lips quirk with amusement.

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” The man scoffs. “I’ve never seen or heard of you before, I didn’t have the faintest idea my brother was expecting, and he hasn’t even marked you.” I realize he’s right. Sinclair had mentioned scent marking me before the campaign dinner – whatever that means – but he hasn’t done it yet. Luckily his pup’s presence is strong enough to make me smell like a wolf, but this man clearly isn’t fooled by our pretense as a couple. “Let me guess, he just picked you up off the street because you make such a pretty womb?”

A low rumble is vibrating against my side as Sinclair’s wolf begins to growl. Meanwhile I flush with embarrassment, it’s not the truth, but it’s close enough to make me want to hide behind Sinclair’s strength and dominance. Where did that come from? The little voice in my head asks. You’ve never hidden from a problem or backed down from a challenge a day in your life. That’s true, but then again, I’ve never had anyone to hide behind before.

The man is still speaking, making fun of my naivete for expecting Sinclair to honor my role as our baby’s mother. “And you actually think he’ll keep you around once you squirt the kid out? Clearly brains and beauty don’t go hand in hand.”

“Clearly ugliness and cynicism do.” I bite back, feeling bolstered by Sinclair’s steady presence at my side. “If you ask me the fact that you haven’t heard about me says more about your low status than my own. You’re obviously not important enough to warrant the Alpha’s time.”

Sinclair chuckles darkly, giving me a small squeeze to show his approval. “She has a point, Roger.”

The man, Roger, glares at his brother before offering me a look that almost appears pitying. “Mark my words, he’ll toss you to the curb at the first opportunity.”

I notch my chin up, “You underestimate me, and Dominic.” I announce, feeling a thrum of excitement to speak his given name for the first time. I think it’s actually coming from the baby, as if I can feel Sinclair’s pleasure to hear me saying it through our pup. “He has more honor in his little finger than you do in your entire body. That much is obvious and I’ve only just met you.”

Roger opens his mouth to argue back, but Sinclair stops him. “Roger, give it a rest. Show some respect to your future Luna.”

“Really Dominic, you’re going to keep up this act?” He counters fiercely. “How did you even manage this, aren’t you sterile? How do you know the brat she’s carrying is even yours?”

In a flash Roger is suspended in the air, with Sinclair’s huge hand circling his throat, holding him aloft. He squirms and tugs at Sinclair’s white knuckled fingers, but I don’t think he’s truly afraid because he shoots me a triumphant smirk. “More honorable, huh?” Roger quips. “You certainly have an interesting definition.”

“Do not speak about my pup that way.” Sinclair snarls, “I know it’s mine because we are bonded already, and I will be bonded to Ella after our formal mating ceremony. If anyone needs to learn some manners, it’s you.”

Roger shrugs. “What do you expect, we never had a mother.” He shoots another scathing look in my direction, “It’s a shame your pup won’t either. You could at least have the dignity to be honest with her.”

Before I can keep track, Sinclair has dropped him to the floor. “Get out, before I really lose my temper.”

Roger clambers to his feet and calls over the blonde woman who fought me over the blue dress. “Come on, Sasha, we’re leaving.” Before they depart however, Roger offers his brother one final scowl. “You miscalculated badly today, brother. What do you think the Alpha council is going to say when they find out you attacked your own family in broad daylight – over nothing more than a few honest words? The council wants a stable king, not a loose cannon. Clearly that pup hasn’t done a damn thing to even you out. Just you wait, your campaign is going to be over by the end of tomorrow’s dinner.”

Part of me wants to run after Roger and kick him right in the behind, I can’t believe what just happened. I don’t blame Sinclair either, I don’t think his aggression had anything to do with being unmated, I think it was because he feels so protective of his pup, and by extension – me. Besides, his brother has to know what a sore spot his fertility struggles are. How cruel does a person have to be to bring up such a thing.

“I’m sorry about that, Ella.” Sinclair’s attention is already back on me. “I shouldn’t have lost control that way.”

“If I’d been strong enough to attack him, I would have done it myself.” I confide, leaning into his warmth. His energy is still very agitated, and all my instincts are driving me to comfort him the same way he’s comforted me today. “What did you mean about a mating ceremony?”

“Oh,” He shakes his head, brushing the topic aside. “That’s just for show during the election. I don’t expect you to actually go through with it. It’s simply a way of explaining to people why you don’t bear my mark.”

“Oh.” I murmur. Why does that disappoint me so much? I know Sinclair is handsome, but we’re different species and he’s completely controlling, I can’t truly be attracted to him – can I?

Even as I think it, I breathe in his scent, and feel heat begin to pool low in my belly. Snap out of it! I scold myself. That’s just the baby, it wants to be near its father. It’s just another wolfy mindlink thing… isn’t it?

I look up to Sinclair to make sure he’s not watching me struggle to untangle these confusing feelings, and for once, his attention is very far away. My relief immediately gives way to sympathy as I take in his distant expression. “Don’t be offended – but your brother is an asshole.” I say gently.

Sinclair looks down at me, his grim features softening to a smile. “You can say that again.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I press, curious but not wanting to intrude on his private business.

“Oh,” He sighs, dragging a hand through his hair. “Roger and I… we’re very different people – as you saw. We’ve never gotten along.”

“Why not?” I inquire.

Sinclair’s face darkens, and I worry that I’ve pushed into such sensitive territory that he’ll refuse to tell me any more, however he surprises me again. “I took his mother away from him. She died protecting me, and he’s never forgiven me. There was already bad feelings between us – he’s older, but I was always stronger. It was clear from a young age that I, and not he, would be my father’s heir. So there was always jealousy and competition – then Mom sacrificed herself for me, and that was it.”

“I’m so sorry.” I express, intuitively wrapping my arms around him for a hug. I can tell he’s surprised, I don’t think many people instigate hugs with the future king, but I’m not a wolf, and all I see is a man in

need of affection in front of me. His arms come around me in reply, and his voice purrs in my ear. “You really are full of surprises, you know that?”

“What’s so surprising?” I ask against his chest, using the excuse to breathe in his delicious scent again. “You hugged me when I needed it – why shouldn’t I return the favor?”

“I’m just used to taking care of others, that’s all.” He shares. “And I don’t know anyone brave enough to touch me without permission.”

“And here I thought wolves were supposed to be all tough and brave.” I joke, pressing my nose to his pec. “They sound like a pack of scaredy-cats to me.”

Sinclair laughs, sounding like a completely different man than the haunted creature he’d been a moment ago. “You know, if you keep this up I’m not going to be able to wait until tomorrow to scent mark you.”

 

Chapter 17

Some of my confidence has waned on the ride home. Sinclair has been so mysterious about this scent marking business, and I don’t like the way he keeps looking at me – as if I’m some prey to be devoured.

There’s still so much I don’t understand about this word, like how carrying his child can make me smell more like a wolf myself, or how someone can leave a mark which must be sensed and smelled, rather than seen with the naked eye. Not for the first time, I’m jealous of shifters’ heightened abilities. The more time that passes, the more enchanted I am by the idea of transforming, of letting out one’s inner animal and being truly wild and free. I don’t know why I like the idea so much – it’s not like I have an inner animal to release, so I’m not actually missing out.

“You look nervous.” Sinclair observes, resting one proprietary hand on my knee as the car speeds along. Of course, his touch only makes me more antsy.

“You can fix that.” I suggest, “it doesn’t have to be a surprise.”

“True, but it’s much more fun this way.” He smirks.

“Fun for you maybe.” I mutter mutinously. “Besides, if you want your scent to be strongest tomorrow, shouldn’t we wait?”

“And deprive myself of the opportunity to do it a second time?” He arches a brow, “why on earth would I do that?”

“I…” I don’t know what to make of this. If he were anyone else I’d think he was flirting with me, but that’s not possible. Wolves and humans don’t mix. Maybe he simply enjoys teasing me, like a cat toying with a mouse. He certainly enjoys making me squirm. I realize this must be the reason, and suddenly I find myself feeling very indignant. I don’t like the idea of being some plaything to the hungry predator. I narrow my eyes at him. “Maybe I won’t let you.” I decide.

The hand on my knee tightens, but not enough to hurt. “What was rule number one, little human?”

“That I should be as relaxed and happy through my pregnancy, so you shouldn’t be making me nervous.” I reason, knowing full well he expects me to confirm that he – as Alpha – is in charge.

“You forget I have a link straight to our pup, I know when you’re stressed, and when you’re just making mischief.” Sinclair rumbles. “But if you want more justification for doing it often, it’s to avoid scenes like what just happened. If people can’t see your shoulder and also smell me on you very powerfully, they can be fooled into thinking I have marked you. We can give the mating ceremony excuse to those who ask, but it would be better to avoid the questions altogether.”

A little while later, Sinclair is standing in front of me in my room, looking so powerful and attractive I’m almost too distracted to hear him speak. “Take off your clothes.” He instructs.

“What, all of them?” I squeak.

“You can keep your underwear on, but it’s better if we’re skin-to-skin.” He says, unbuttoning his own shirt.

I watch with wide eyes as he strips down to his boxer-briefs, taking in the sight of his muscular body and feeling my jaw go slack. I’ve never seen anyone so rugged and chiseled.

“Do I need to take them off for you?” He asks, arching a brow and stepping forward.

“What? No!” I yelp, reminding myself that he’s already seen me in my bra and panties. Taking a deep breath, I carefully lift my dress over my head, bracing myself for whatever is to come next.

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Standing beside Sinclair in a ball gown, done up from head to toe in makeup, jewelry and heels, it seems hard to believe Sinclair was rubbing his mostly naked body all over me an hour ago. Scent

marking – I’ve learned – is a deeply intimate act, one that confuses me more than I care to admit.

Yesterday when he marked me the first time, he took it slow and explained every step of the process, making sure I understood why it was so important to impart his scent on every inch of my body. This second time, however, was completely different. There were no explanations, no soothing caresses for my frazzled nerves. He came to me with a mission in mind, and slowly, sensuously covered me in his pheromones. If he noticed my body’s response to his attentions – my aching breasts and liquid arousal, he gave no indication.

Now those feelings are long gone, as we’re finally at the campaign dinner I’ve been preparing for non- stop over the last 48 hours. Sinclair quizzed me in the car on the way over, testing my knowledge of shifter society and nodding with approval when I smoothly answered each of his prompts. He hasn’t said a word otherwise, which tells me just how much tension he’s carrying in anticipation of the event.

When we arrive at an incredible palace, I can’t keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful estate.”

“This is where our pup will be raised if my campaign is successful.” He shares, “The King’s Palace.”

“Why is the current King stepping down?” I ask as we climb the marble stairs, mostly trying to distract myself from all the flashing cameras and reporters screaming out to get Sinclair’s attention.

“Alpha Dominic, over here!”

“Alpha Dominic, who’s your date?”

“It wasn’t his choice.” Sinclair shares. “He’s getting old and is no longer the strongest among us. The alpha council voted to force him to abdicate.”

“Does he not have heirs of his own?” I question, trying my best to smile and wave at the crowd vying for attention around us.

“His eldest son is my biggest competition – and he would be a disaster.” Sinclair intimates, ducking his head low enough that his lips brush the shell of my ear. “You’re doing brilliantly by the way – look at them all, eating out of the palm of your hand.”

I giggle quietly, feeling a wave of appreciation for the support. Normally I would be beside myself with nerves to walk into a room like this, surrounded by rich and powerful people – shifters. However next to Sinclair, the blatant stares and avid attention doesn’t bother me. I feel confident by his side, even as I’m bowled over by his raw power. I didn’t realize how much of it he keeps reined in on a day-to-day basis. Now however I can feel it viscerally, flowing off of him in a riptide of authority.

Before I know it, we’ve left the reporters behind and are crossing the ballroom to a pair of thrones at the end of a great hall. The throngs of people part to let us pass, and I have to admit – I do feel like royalty. No one has ever shown me so much respect or admiration.

I’m still reveling in the attention we’re drawing when we stop in front of the King and Queen. They’re both incredibly impressive. The king’s hair is streaked with gray, but he still has an air of unquestionable strength. His Luna is lovely and dignified, with features that hint to great beauty in her younger years.

Sinclair nods to each of them, while I dip into a curtsy. “Alpha Dominic,” The king greets Sinclair with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Dare I say you’ve finally found a mate?”

“That’s right.” Sinclair announces, loudly enough for all to hear. “And the Goddess has blessed us with a pup.”

“Well I must say you have excellent taste. You, my dear, are an incredible beauty.” The Luna smiles, no more genuinely than her husband. “Congratulations to you both!”

The announcement prompts a rush of supporters to gather around us both, and before I even realize it’s happened, Sinclair is no longer beside me, we’re separated by a few people, but I can still see him, so I try not to panic. “You must tell us your name!” A small throng of women gush in front of me.

“I’m Ella.” I share, unsure whether I should use my own surname, or his. “Soon to be Sinclair.” I lie, deciding to stick with our cover.

They squeal with excitement, and more people swirl around me, until at last I’m faced by an imposing looking man. He’s watching me sharply, almost with suspicion. “Tell me, Ella, where are you from? How is it we’ve never seen you before?”

“I come from the Shadow Pack, in the north.” I explain, repeating the lie Sinclair and I agreed upon. “I was in town visiting my cousin when I met Sinclair, and the rest is history.”

“Oh, what cousin?” He asks, zeroing in on the detail.

“Aileen Corentin.” I bluff, smiling widely.

“As in the wife of Dominic’s beta?” He presses. “And you only met him recently?”

“Yes – our families are deeply estranged. Bad blood you know, divided allegiances and all that.” I explain. “I only recently learned I had a cousin here, but once I did I reached out so we could meet.”

“Hmm,” He murmurs thoughtfully. “Still you must have been here some time, if you’re already breeding.”

“Not long at all.” I correct him, “but you know how it is when you find the one… or maybe you don’t. I didn’t believe in love at first sight myself, until I found Dominic.” I beam towards the man in question,

trying to look as if I’m head over heels in love.

It must have worked, because he excuses himself and slips away into the crowd, a thoughtful expression on his face.

I watch him stride away, hoping Sinclair will return to my side soon. I can’t explain why, but I feel that wasn’t the last I’ll see of that man, and I don’t want to be alone the next time he finds me.

 

Chapter 18

Where is Sinclair? I think nervously, scanning the room. He promised he wouldn’t leave my side. Why did I ever let myself get separated from him. The crowd around me is still bombarding me with questions, and though I think I’m putting up a good front, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. My pulse is racing, and the blood is rushing in my ears. I’m not ready for this. I’ve only had two days to prepare, surely they’re going to see right through my act!

I’m getting more and more light headed by the minute, and my stomach is beginning to churn. I think I’m going to be sick, but I’m not sure if it’s morning sickness, or my nerves. I might be excited about the idea of the baby making it’s presence known, but this is the last place I want to get sick.

I turn in place, searching the room for any kind of restroom. I can’t ask any of the aristocrats around me, speaking about such a private matter with people of this stature would be considered incredibly inappropriate. However before I can figure out a possible retreat, I see Sinclair striding through the crush of shifters, his brow furrowed as he watches me.

The people around me disappear when he finally closes the distance between us, and I’m amazed to feel my nausea and my nerves settle as soon as I breathe in his scent and feel his warm presence. “Are you alright?” He asks with concern, brushing the hair out of my face.

Though I feel far better than I did a moment ago, I’m still terribly overwhelmed. My lower lip trembles, and I wonder if I’m really so stressed that I might cry, or if it’s just my pregnancy hormones spinning out of control. I don’t want to show weakness in front of Sinclair, I don’t want him to think I’m not up to playing this role. I not only have to prove myself to all these strangers, but to the father of my child. I plaster a wide smile across my face. “I’m fine.”

He narrows his eyes, sidling closer and dipping his head to my ear. “Are you being honest, sweet Ella?”

I bristle at this prompt. Who is he to demand honesty about my feelings? If I don’t want to talk about them, that’s my choice. I’m about to tell him as much, when his low growl ricochets through my body, and the words spill unwillingly from my lips. “It’s just a bit of morning sickness.” I explain in a whisper, “I think the crowd made me overheat.”

“And?” He presses, clearly sensing that there’s more to the story.

I don’t not like how easily he can read me. Either that means I’m failing in my act, or his connection to our pup is giving him an unfair advantage sensing my emotions. To be honest, I’m not sure which possibility frightens me more. Still, I can’t stop myself from speaking, though I refuse to look him in the eyes. “I got nervous.” I can feel myself flushing at the admission, “you promised you wouldn’t leave my side.” I add petulantly, glaring up at him from beneath my lashes

Sinclair’s demanding growls soften to a purr, and the next thing I know, he’s tucking me to his chest, stroking his hand down my spine in a soothing caress. “Poor little mate.” He murmurs, no doubt for the people around us who might overhear. “I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you.”

I can hear the crow oohing and ahhing at the display, an Alpha caring for his mate. Is that why he’s doing this? Does he actually care about my feelings, or is he just putting on a show? It must be the latter, I decide, otherwise he wouldn’t ever call me his mate.

“How sweet.” I recognize the voice immediately. It belongs to the same man who was questioning me with such suspicion a little while ago. “Breeding women can be so needy, can’t they, Alpha Dominic?”

A growl rises in my defense, but to my surprise, it doesn’t come from Sinclair – it comes from me! I don’t think I’ve ever growled in my life. Is that the pups influence? Sinclair probably thinks it’s part of my act, trying to pass myself off as a she-wolf, but I didn’t intend to do it at all!

A few chuckles pass through the crowd, though I don’t know why. I feel completely serious, but I hear murmurs describing my cuteness. The other man blinks, looking up at Sinclair as if he expects him to

chastise me. “My apologies, your highness.” Sinclair states simply. “She’s a fierce little thing at the best of times.” The words sound like an excuse for my behavior, but his tone is full of praise and his arms tighten around me affectionately.

Too late, his address for the other man filters through my brain. Your Highness. That must mean this is the prince, and Sinclair’s main opponent in the election. It’s no wonder I found him so imposing, or why he resembles the King so much.

“Well, what more could we want in a Luna.” The Prince remarks, not sounding like he means a single word of this. “In fact, your loving display has inspired me! What’s say we play a game, to celebrate your new family?”

“What kind of game do you have in mind?” Sinclair’s muscles tensed, but his reply tells me saying no isn’t really an option here. After all, the entire point of this evening is to sell our relationship to the Alpha council. They’re supposed to believe we’re madly in love and overjoyed to be starting our family. We’re being tested now, and backing down from the challenge would be a mistake.

“My own special version of the newlywed game.” The Prince gives us a sly grin. “To test the mating bond.”

I try to stay calm, but inside I’m panicking. We don’t have a mating bond, how on earth are they going to test it? We’re sure to fail, and at the very first hurdle! I look up at Sinclair for guidance, but he’s smiling at the Prince, calling his bluff. “As you wish.”

The Prince guides us towards the dais before the king and queen, placing me on one side, and Sinclair on the other. “Now the object of the game is simple.” The Prince explains, raising his voice so the entire audience can hear. “Ella and Dominic will communicate with each other through their bond, and afterwards they’ll both have to write out what the other expressed without consulting one another verbally. If their responses match perfectly, we’ll know they’re a strong couple.”

The implications are obvious, if our responses don’t match, we’ll look like a disconnected, weak couple – not the united Alpha and Luna we should be. Oh god, we’re going to fail! I think anxiously. Sinclair’s bond to the baby is strong, but the baby is so little that their mental link is still dependent on him touching me. I could hear Sinclair’s voice when I was passed out in his arms, and he could hear the pup’s craving when his hand was on my belly. Otherwise it hasn’t happened.

I look to Sinclair, but he seems completely unconcerned. Then again, I have no doubt he’s very good at hiding his emotions after spending so long in the public eye. Indeed, his face is a perfect mask, and as our eyes meet, I try to listen with all my might, praying that somehow his bond to the pup will spark to life even at this distance.

After a moment I realize it’s no use. I don’t have the first idea what he’s trying to communicate to me, so I do the only thing I can think of. I cross the dais swiftly and throw myself into the huge Alpha’s arms. I slide my arms around his neck as he catches me, and press my lips to his.

Sinclair purrs, locking me to him with one strong arm and catching the back of my head with the other, holding me in place so his talented lips can plunder my mouth. I might have instigated the kiss, but he takes charge immediately, drawing tiny whimpers from me as his tongue teases my lips and then delves inside. Fireworks explode behind my eyes as butterflies burst to life in my tummy.

 

Chapter 19

Ella slowly untangled herself from Sinclair’s body as he returned her feet to the ground, feeling terribly unsure of herself. The audience was still making a huge racket, but the imposing Alpha was studying her as if she was some sort of curious anomaly – one he was desperate to figure out. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, but she followed his lead. Sinclair hadn’t looked away from her to acknowledge their onlookers – so she didn’t either.

Ella couldn’t have known how much more meaningful it was for Sinclair to be watching her this way, rather than smiling. Shifters were creatures of raw passion and intense feeling, there were many lighthearted moments of course, but the look of a successfully mated Alpha and Luna was not the lovesick expressions humans so often displayed in relationships. To those around them, Sinclair’s laser focus on the little human looked like a devoted lover hungry for his mate, and her anxious energy was only further proof – a she-wolf who had just provoked her mate’s lust in public, and was going to have to face the consequences when she got home.

The tableau only made them cheer louder, and this eased Ella’s fears a bit. Sinclair might not be happy with her, but the crowd certainly was. It can’t have been a complete mistake, could it?

“How lovely, but not exactly the point of the game.” The Prince’s drawling criticism finally broke the spell, at last tearing Ella and Sinclair’s attention away from one another.

“Wasn’t it?” Ella asked innocently, feeling less intimidated by the Prince than the wolf still holding her in an iron grip. “He told me to kiss him – was I supposed to refuse?”

The spectators laughed and applauded, and Sinclair turned glowing eyes in their direction. “No doubt you’ll forgive us taking our leave.” He declared rakishly, earning a fresh surge of wolf whistles. “My mate is in need of some attention.”

Ella blinked, wondering if he meant what she suspected. Were wolves really so open about sex? Before she could think about the matter any further, the King stood and offered them a toast, “To the happy couple.”

Sinclair led Ella back through the flood of congratulations and well wishes, past the media frenzy and back into the safety of his limousine.

She slid into the far end of the vehicle, hiding from all the camera flashes behind blacked out windows. When Sinclair slid in a moment afterwards, he zeroed in on Ella immediately. The corner of his mouth tilted up when he saw her sitting as far away as possible. “Is there a reason you’re all the way over there?”

“Are you angry?” Ella murmured in reply, wrapping her arms protectively around her middle. She was painfully aware that if she messed up badly enough, it might cost her the baby.

“How could I be angry?” Sinclair exclaimed, truly shocked. “Ella, you saved the day. That was brilliant. None of the Alphas on the council will question me now. Even the King liked you. My campaign is safe because of your quickl thinking.”

“Oh,” she relaxed slightly, feeling silly now. “You looked so severe after the kiss, I just… I thought I messed up.”

“Far from it.” Sinclair announced as the car slowly began to move. “But I am curious what inspired you to kiss me.”

Ella stared at her lap. “It was the first thing that came into my mind. I knew we were going to fail if we actually had to play the game.”

“But why a kiss?” He pressed. “You were already feeling ill, you could have easily given morning sickness as an excuse. No one would have faulted you.”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, fidgeting nervously.

“Did you like it?” He pressed, his deep voice like velvet cloaked steel.

“What?!” Ella chirped, her gold eyes going wide. “Of course not, it was just for show. Besides, I’m not a good kisser anyway.”

Sinclair’s brow furrowed. “Why the hell do you think that?” He asked.

“Mike told me, more than once.” She admitted, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Sinclair rose from his seat, having heard more than enough. He migrated over to where Ella sat, kneeling down onto the floor of the car so he could look her in the eye. Is he going to touch me? Ella wondered anxiously. Why do I want to feel his hands on me so badly? She got her answer a moment later, when he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and titled her face up to his.”Your ex was a fucking idiot.” He murmurs. “For more reason than one.”

Her heart sank, it hadn’t escaped her notice how many people had commented on her beauty that evening, or how proud Sinclair had seemed to have her on his arm. “Because I’m pretty?”

Sinclair shook his head. “You’re gorgeous, Ella, but so are lots of people. He’s an idiot because he couldn’t see past it – to the force of nature underneath.”

“I’m not a force of nature.” Ella protest. “I’m poor and weak and –”

His finger moves to cover my lips. “You are what I say you are.” Ella bristled beneath his intimate touch and domineering manner. She wanted to challenge him, to insist that she knew herself better than he did. With great effort, she kept her mouth shut because she knew it wasn’t an argument she could win. Nodding in approval, Sinclair continued. “And I say you are brave, clever, so sweet I can’t stand it, and

so much stronger than you know.” He offered her a wolfish grin then, “Not not mention the best kisser I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.”

Ella blushed scarlet, and Sinclair chuckled, taking the seat next to her. He slung an arm over her shoulders, encouraging her to lean into his warmth. “Thank you.” Ella murmured, sinking into his embrace.

“I didn’t say it to please you.” Sinclair remarked simply, brushing off her thanks. “I said it because it’s true.”

“Bossy wolf.” Ella muttered, earning herself another rumbling laugh.

Before long her eyelids were growing very heavy, and the exhaustion of the stressful evening threatened to take hold completely. She tried to stay awake until they returned home, but the little voice in her head told her not to be silly. Sinclair would make sure she woke up when the time came.

Sinclair watched as Ella slowly succumbed to sleep, feeling a stab of guilt for putting her through so much when she needed her rest. He couldn’t help ducking his head to press a kiss to her hair, thinking again of their kiss. For all her flaws, he’d thought he’d been to heaven and back with Lydia when it came to sex – after all the Goddess fated couples together based on sexually compatibility. She’d been the best lover he’d ever had, but kissing her hadn’t felt anything like kissing Ella.

She threw herself into the act so freely, without any inhibitions or reluctance. Ella was clearly an incredibly affectionate woman, and it made him even angrier to imagine the world denying her the love she deserved for so many years. He couldn’t wait until Mike was finally in front of him. He’d teach that feckless human a lesson he’d never forget.

Sinclair breathed in the fragile human’s scent, calming his temper with Ella’s bewitching fragrance. His wolf purred with approval, his voice rising in the back of Sinclair’s head. She smells better and better

every day. This one is special.

It’s probably just the baby. Sinclair reasoned, knowing exactly what his wolf was talking about. The more time that passed, the more Ella smelled like a she-wolf. Frankly it had been driving him crazy – pushing him to scent mark her far more frequently and intimately than was necessary, toying with his senses at every turn. He wasn’t even sure how to describe her aroma – one moment it was like fresh rain and wild orchids, the next like sultry summer nights and sweet honey.

Completely different from the pup. His wolf pointed out. You know it’s not the same scent.

That’s true, but there’s no other reason her scent would be changing. You forget this has never happened before, we don’t know what happens to humans carrying shifter pups. I’m sure it’s just the baby.

Sinclair’s wolf rolled his eyes. Fine, stick your head in the sand if you’re so determined. The Alpha wasn’t sure what to make of this – of any of this. Why was his wolf being so difficult, arguing and being contrary just to be contrary. This had never happened before. His wolf had been with him from birth, and they’d never butted heads this way.

What on earth did it mean? And why was Ella the one to bring out this side of his inner animal? Was his wolf right? Was there something special about her? Or was it just the fact that she was carrying his baby, making his dreams come true when no one else had been able to do so? Did that alone make her special? Sinclair was not a man who was used to feeling uncertain, and he didn’t like it one bit. At the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to blame Ella for making him feel this way, even though she was certainly the cause.

Instead he found himself watching her sleep the rest of the ride home, completely transfixed, and perfectly content to watch her do nothing at all.

 

Chapter 20

I dream that I’m on a boat, rocking gently in a starlit sea. I stare up at the night sky, bathed in the light of the full moon. My belly is swollen with my pup, and Sinclair is beside me, telling me stories about shifters – all the myths and legends of his people. His voice carries me along the waves, until he begins describing the life we’ll have together with our baby. He paints a picture of perfection, a happy life as a family of three – my child and I pampered and cared for while he rules his empire, wanting for nothing.

It all seems too good to be true, and it’s not until I realize I’m dreaming that I understand why. When I blink my eyes open, I realize that there are tears in them. I really am rocking, but not in any boat. Sinclair is carrying me inside from the car and clearly trying very hard not to wake me.

I must have fallen asleep. I realize dazedly.

“You don’t have to carry me.” I murmur, hoping the emotion in my voice can be passed off as grogginess.

“Hush now.” He croons, “I don’t mind. You just rest.”

Another time I might argue, but I’m so sleepy, and his arms feel so good around me that I just snuggle in. To my surprise, Sinclair leans his face towards my hair and inhales a deep breath. “You smell more like a wolf every day.” He shares. “The baby must be very healthy.”

This idea makes me smile, “Will I be able to feel it move soon, if pregnancy is so much shorter?”

“After a couple of months, yes.” He confirms.

This is still sooner than human babies quicken, but I feel so impatient. “Hmph, that’s so long to wait.”

Sinclair chuckles. “Maybe, but it will be so worth the wait, sweet Ella.”

“Do… do shifter pregnancies ever have complications?” I ask, finally feeling brave enough to voice this hidden worry. It’s been on my mind ever since the doctor told me the baby was developing slowly, but Sinclair seemed so confident that I told myself everything was fine.

“Rarely.” He answers. “But it happens. That’s why I’m being so cautious with you – I don’t want anything to happen, for both our sakes.”

I scoff, pressing my nose to his chest and inhaling his own scent. “I think you just like telling people what to do – baby or not.”

Sinclair’s wolf flashes in his eyes, but he smirks, “Keep it up you naughty thing, and I’ll show you what strict really is.” Before I can respond or contemplate what this might mean, he pushes into my bedroom, striding towards my bed as if he intends to tuck me in.

“No, I want a shower first.” I object.

“Are you sure? It’s very late.” Sinclair asks.

I nod, “I hate going to bed not feeling clean.” After a childhood of almost always feeling dirty, it had become a crutch of mine.

Sinclair helps me with the zipper on my dress, and within minutes I’m standing beneath a steaming cascade of water, feeling more and more myself as more of the day washes away. I felt like a different person with all that makeup and finery on, it’s such a relief to be free of it.

I’m rinsing shampoo from my hair when I hear a strange growl – violent and very close by. It isn’t Sinclair, and it isn’t coming through the mental link with the baby. I don’t know how I can recognize his growl from anyone elses, but in my heart, I know that danger is near. Did someone come into the bathroom after me? I wonder frantically, trying to peer through the fogged up glass, how did they get past Sinclair’s guards!?

The snarl sounds again, reverberating around the small space, and I cry out in fear, unable to stay quiet. I don’t think ten seconds passed before the door slams open and Sinclair appears, his wolf glowing in his eyes. “Ella, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

He comes over to the shower stall, opening the glass door to release the steam, and finds me curled up in a ball in the corner. “I swear someone was in here with me.” I confess shakily. “I could hear them growling and snarling, but I couldn’t see through the steam.”

Sinclair’s body, already rigid, tightens even further as he begins scenting the air and searching the room. “I don’t smell anything” He tells me after a moment, “but I’ll have the guards search anyway, just in case” He charges out of the room only long enough to bark some orders at his guards, telling them to begin searching the grounds. While he’s away, I wrap a towel around my naked body, trying to ease my trembling.

As soon as Sinclair returns, he pulls me into his arms. “It’s okay Ella, you’re safe.” He promises.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I apologize.

“It’s okay, it’s probably just all the stress piling up on you.” He reasons. “But if you don’t feel safe you can sleep in my room tonight.”

I nod into his chest, realizing it’s bare for the first time. He must have been getting ready for bed himself.

My nerves are so frayed that I don’t even object when he swings my legs up into his arms, or think about stopping to grab night clothes, I simply let Sinclair carry me back to his rooms. When he sets me down I realize I didn’t bring anything to sleep in. I pause, trying to decide if I want to go back or ask to borrow something, when Sinclair’s voice interrupts my thoughts. “Oh no!”

“What, what’s wrong?” I ask anxiously, spinning around and searching for a threat.

However Sinclair’s attention is focused on me, and suddenly I’m painfully aware of the fact I’m only wearing a towel.

“You washed off my scent.” He frowns, prowling closer.

“So?” I murmur, “I’m only going to sleep. No one is going to be smelling me.”

He shakes his head. “We can’t take that risk.”

“I – what risk?” I murmur, feeling my blood heat up in response.

“Well if I have to wake up early and leave for the office, there won’t be time to mark you before I go.” Sinclair reasons. “I’m afraid my wolf is fairly insistent. It needs to be tonight.”

“Your wolf?” I squeak.

Sinclair nods, “It’s for the baby’s protection, he won’t let either of us rest until it’s done.”

He’s towering me over now, and I can already feel my body getting worked up. The last couple of times he’s marked me have been almost dangerously arousing. “But I’m naked.” I whisper, as if it’s some sort of secret.

His green eyes flash, and a shiver runs down my spine. “Do you want me to go get you some underthings?”

I gnaw on my lower lip. I don’t want him to leave, and the idea of being completely naked with this man is beyond intriguing. Besides, I know it doesn’t mean anything to him. Nudity to shifters is completely normal, and he might think I’m pretty or a good kisser, but at the end of the day I’m still a human. He could never want me that way.

I shake my head after a moment, hoping I won’t completely embarrass myself. Sinclair nods with approval, reaching for my towel. I instinctively clutch the fabric to my skin, backing out of his reach. He arches a brow, “Second thoughts?”

“No.” I respond defiantly, unwrapping the terrycloth and revealing myself to him completely.

His dark gaze rakes over every inch of my exposed skin, and before long I have goosebumps. Sinclair strips off his own clothes, and it takes all my willpower not to look below his waist. He backs me into the bed, and when my thighs hit the mattress I clamber up onto it, still inching out of his reach, but too afraid to turn my back on such a known predator. I know he would never hurt me, but right now his wolf is in control, and I feel his power deep in my bones.

I’m shifting backwards towards the pillows, and suddenly Sinclair is on the bed with me. He’s on all fours, stalking me with lethal grace until I’m pinned beneath him, feeling more vulnerable than I have in my entire life. A low purr sounds in his chest as his green eyes bore into mine, and somehow I feel soothed, even as he lowers his face to the curve of my neck and breathes me in. His chest is brushing mine, and I’m embarrassed to realize my nipples are already hard.

“Are you cold?” He rumbles in my ear.

I nod, not feeling brave enough to admit how turned on I am.

“Mmm, let’s see if we can do something about that.” He offers, pressing his limbs flush to mine. The next thing I know his body is undulating against mine as his hands stroke every inch of me. This is like the previous times he marked me, only even more intimate than before.