Ch. 221..230

3rd Person ‘You can’t be serious.” James stared at Roger in shock, not believing his own ears.

“It’s just a possibility we have to consider.” The new Beta replied gently.” Trust me, no one wants it to be true.”

“Are you suggesting that I might have been responsible for bringing the wolves who attacked the Alpha’s convoy to this continent?” James clarified, wanting to know if the Alpha’s concerns about Damon hiding spies among the refugees was purely hypothetical, or based on something more.

“We don’t know anything for sure.” Roger replied carefully. “But you said yourself that it was only a matter of time before Damon’s forces found the meeting point on the coast. It’s gotten too big to remain hidden.”

“I did, but I was more concerned with increasing evacuations to try and save as many as we could before he brought the hammer down.” James answered, wondering if he was at fault somehow. He’d certainly never viewed the fleeing masses clamoring for a spot on his plane as a threat, he’d only ever wanted to help those in need. Moreover, he thought it was dangerous to start viewing them as a security risk. But when he considered it, truly thought back on the hundreds of flights which all seemed to blur together, he couldn’t say whether or not he may have missed something – or someone. “Have you checked the registration lists at the camp?

“For what exactly?” Roger inquired, rubbing his jaw. “A spy is hardly likely to write ’hail Damon’ on his entry forms.”

“Well almost all the refugees are women and children, the only men who are fleeing have families to protect.” James explained, thinking out loud.” The rest are staying behind to join the resistance. I can’t

recall any single men boarding my flights, but if there are any registered at the camp, they would be my prime suspects.”

“And if the spies are women?” Roger countered, arching a brow.

“It’s not impossible, but when has Damon ever hired she-wolves as anything but sex workers?.” James shrugged, “Knowing him, he would laugh at the very idea of a woman spy.”

‘You may have a point there.” Roger conceded, making a mental note to review the registration records.

“What do you suggest for security in the meantime?” James probed, wondering if the Beta would have the gall to suggest screening at the coast.

Roger read the other wolf’s expression with ease. “How bad is it, at the pickup point?”

James arched a brow, “How are you on planes?”

“As long as I don’t have to fly one I’ll be fine.” Roger reasoned, already guessing what the pilot was about to suggest.

James smiled. ‘Then come and see for yourself. I could tell you, but it wouldn’t be the same. And if you’re going to advise Dominic about this, you need to have first hand experience.”

‘Then you’ve got yourself a copilot.” Roger accepted, “When do we leave?”

“Five am.” James looked towards the door, no doubt thinking of his next destination. “I have a visit to pay in the meantime.”

“Uh-huh.” The Beta grinned. “A certain she-wolf with legs for days and a vicious growl?”

James only laughed, “Something like that.”

A little while later he was striding into the nursery. Pups immediately raced to greet him, and as much as he enjoyed seeing their happy faces – especially after witnessing the fear and sorrow they’d worn when they first arrived here – he only had eyes for the beguiling she-wolf who watched over them. His eyes flew to her like a magnet, only drifting elsewhere when he realized her arms were empty for once. He quickly spotted a sweet bundle snoozing in a nearby crib and, heart swelling, he allowed his eyes to return to the willowy beauty at the rear of the hall.

As the pups self-appointed guardian angel, Isabel was aware the moment a new wolf entered her territory, but for once she didn’t look up to investigate the interloper. James knew she was already so accustomed to his scent and the children’s moods that she recognized him without looking. Still, she refused to look his way, but the hardened soldier only grinned.

He prowled forward, breathing in her wonderful scent and relishing the spike of excitement in her blood. Silly mate, who does she think she’s fooling. His wolf purred in his ear, more than a little amused by her cold shoulder.

She needs time. James reminded him, reveling at how quickly and completely his spirits had rallied at the mere sight of her. Her heart sped up as he neared, and the steady beat in his own chest changed to match its melodic rhythm. “Hello Isabel.” He greeted her, not stopping until they were almost touching.

Isabel jolted slightly, as if she was so busy trying to cope with his sudden proximity that she wasn’t prepared to hear his deep voice as well. Her bright gaze flitted up to his before retreating again. “Hello.” She answered, turning her back and making herself busy folding laundry.

A lock of auburn hair had fallen loose of her messy bun, and it trailed along the curve of her neck – tempting him. He caught the silken tresses between his thumb and forefinger, toying with the soft strands.

Goosebumps rose on Isabel’s neck, and the hair on her nape stood on end. He was tempted to lean forward and kiss her, instead he simply let her feel his warm breath against her skin. “How’s our girl doing today?”

“She’s perfect, as usual.” Isabel answered tritely, trying and failing to smother a shiver as his other hand grazed her waist. Apart from a single kiss at the height of her turmoil over adopting Sadie, James hadn’t pushed Isabel to act on their chemistry. Sure, he wrangled the stubborn wolf into a cuddle every now and then, but when it came to true romance the soldier was determined to make her come to him.

He deliberately brushed against her as he shifted to the crib where Sadie slept, an incandescent and entirely unintentional smile taking over his features as he laid eyes on the little girl. The infant was sound asleep with her arms and legs splayed wide, a peaceful expression on her tiny face. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her, even though Isabel’s sharp whisper attempted to halt him. “What are you doing! You’ll wake her!”

“Oh ye of little faith,” He murmured, lifting the slumbering bundle into his arms. Sadie didn’t stir, and James rocked her back and forth, wondering if any pup had ever looked so sweet.

Isabel huffed, but sidled closer to study the child. “You’re lucky, you should never risk waking a sleeping baby – no matter how cute they are.”

“But no baby has ever been this cute.” James expressed, ducking his head to kiss Sadie’s downy head. “I’d have to be a monster to resist her.”

“Every baby is this cute when you love them.” Isabel corrected him, sounding far away even though she hadn’t moved an inch.

James searched her lovely features, immediately seeing the love and longing in her blue eyes. Cradling Sadie in one arm, he reached for Isabel with the other, sliding his big hand around her waist.

“And you? How are you doing today, little wolf?”

“Fine.” Isabel replied curtly, squirming a bit in his hold. When James continued to intently stare at her, she added. “You shouldn’t look at me that way.”

“Why not? I’ve had a bloody wretched day. All I want to do is hold my Sadie bug and look at you.” He professed, his lips curling into a smirk, “Well, that’s not all I want to do, but I have a feeling it’s all you’ll let me get away with.”

Isabel narrowed her eyes, but leaned into his warmth despite her sullen mood. “Why has your day been so hard?”

“Just pack stuff. Things I really don’t want to think about right now.” He revealed, dropping his head to the curve of her neck and breathing in her scent. Some of the knots in his stomach untangled as her fragrance washed over him, making his conversation with Roger feel like it was a million miles away.

“Well, if you want to think about something else,” Isabel began hesitantly, sounding uncharacteristically nervous. James raised his head at the shaky tone, and Isabel’s courage fled. She backed out of his hold, wringing her hands.

She’d thought a lot about the question she was about to ask, and every time she convinced herself it wasn’t appropriate, her inner wolf pitched a fit. The stubborn creature insisted that, appropriate or not, it was right. The canine was certain James would agree, but Isabel wasn’t sure… or perhaps she was afraid he would agree, and she wasn’t sure what that would mean forthem.

Throwing her doubts aside, she forced the words out, staring at her feet rather than meeting the intimidating pilot’s piercing gaze. “I’ve decided that it’s time for me to truly claim Sadie as my daughter… and I thought you might like to do the same?”

 

Chapter 222

James froze, staring at Isabel in shock and amazement. “Are you serious?” He inquired, not wanting to get his hopes up in case it was all a jest, or some strange test.

Isabel only flushed, starting to backtrack. “I… well, I just thought… I mean She stammered, looking anywhere but at him. “I’m sorry, it was a silly

idea. You’re just so fond of her, I don’t know what I was think-“

“Of course I want to.” James interrupted, wanting to hold her so badly it hurt, but settling for a firm hand on her shoulder. “Goddess Isabel, I’d love nothing more.”

“Really?” Isabel squeaked, a tremulous smile stretching across her features.

“With all my heart.” James confirmed, pinning her with a fierce gaze. “But I do have to warn you.”

“About what?” She asked, going still.

“I’m not going to settle for Sadie alone.” James informed her sternly. “I want you both. I was prepared to wait -to fight for you – but you need to understand that letting me bond with her this way will change things. There will be no getting rid of me now.”

Isabel trembled slightly, peeking up at him from beneath her lashes. Her expression was somewhere between sullen and amused, “Was that ever an option?”

“No,” He chuckled, “but now that I know you realize it, I’m afraid I’m going to make things very difficult for you.”

Isabel flashed her fangs, but light sparkled in her eyes as she issued her own challenge. “Right back at you. It’s not going to be easy to win me, James.”

The soldier only grinned, at last pulling her into his arms. She didn’t come quietly, but once she was there she melted into him – a perfect fit. “Don’t I know it.”

The next morning, Cora was getting ready for her shift in the medical tent when she heard a few of the Vanaran nurses gossiping. “They’re increasing the evacuations, but I think they’re worried about more than simple detection by Emperor shit-for-brains.”

Cora smothered a snort at Damon’s unflattering nickname. She wasn’t usually one to eavesdrop, but neither did she see the harm in listening to this conversation – after all it’s not as if it was personal. Besides, as Ella’s eyes and ears in the camp, part of her job was getting a sense for the climate among local staffers and refugees alike. The others only saw her as a medical trainee, but the Luna had realized the value of having her sister on staff here early on.

“Why do you say that?” The second nurse inquired, unpacking her own supplies.

“Because they’re not only sending guardians and enforcers this time.” The first replied, in the tone of someone quite pleased to be in the know. “My friend in aviation saw the manifests and apparently the new Moon Valley Beta is headed out on the first transport this morning.”

“Oh, the handsome one?” The second questioned, “Roger?”

Cora froze, suddenly extremely interested in the woman’s response.

‘That’s right.” The first she-wolf nodded, “And with as many people as they’ve already lost, I can’t believe the Alpha would risk sending his brother without a damned good reason. Especially not with the summit kicking off later today.”

Cora dropped what she was doing, swinging her gaze to the clock mounted on the wall. It was four forty five, and if she remembered correctly, the first flights departed at five. She raced out of the tent without a second thought, knowing she was probably causing a scene, and not caring.

She darted out of the main camp and headed straight for the airfield, not thinking about what she was doing or why. She acted on pure instinct, driven forward by the relentless pounding of her heart. When Cora reached the tarmac she searched for Jame’s plane first. He was the most experienced soldier and the highest ranking pilot, so he was the most-likely candidate to ferry the pack’s Beta across the ocean.

Her eyes landed on the two familiar figures just as they left the hanger and began approaching the aircraft, their bearing tired but alert. She set off at a run, and when she was within shouting distance, she called out to Roger. He turned immediately, genuinely surprised to see the woman hurtling towards him.

He caught her by the arms before she could barrel straight into him, “Cora!” He asked urgently, “What is it, what’s wrong?!”

Unused to running for any distance, Cora bent double, trying to catch her breath. Roger leaned over her rubbing her back, “Easy now, it’s okay, you caught me. Just breathe.”

“I… you- why…” She gasped, frustrated with her inability to handle the brief exercise, “oh my god, why do people run for fun – this is the worst!”

Sensing that no one was in immediate danger, Roger relaxed slightly, taking full advantage of the opportunity to soothe her. “I’ve got you, just take a minute. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Liar!” Cora accused breathlessly, pointing a finger at him. “You’re… flying back… to the continent.”

“I meant I’m not leaving right this second. James still has to get the engines warmed up. Come here,” He guided her over to the rolling staircase leading up to the plane, “Sit down.” He instructed, easing her down onto the steps and kneeling in front of her, “What’s going on?”

‘Why are you going?” Cora managed to demand, her eyes wide and worried.

“I need to see the situation on the ground. There’s a lot of security concerns and I can’t very well address them if I don’t see them for myself.” Roger replied, still not understanding her panic, “Why what’s going on?”

Cora sighed in exasperation, unable to comprehend her own irrational reaction. “Nothing, I just… it’s dangerous isn’t it?”

Roger shook his head, preparing to tell her that he would be perfectly safe. However, before he got the chance, the pieces of this sudden puzzle clicked together in his mind. He realized that Cora was here for him, for no other reason than that she’d heard he was leaving and was frightened for his safety.

His eyes lit up, as he took her cheek in his large hand. “Cora?” He prompted slyly, “You’re not worried about me, are you?”

‘What?” Cora snapped, thoroughly affronted. “Of course not. I just…” She trailed off again, looking confused. The big wolf almost felt sorry for her – almost.

“Just what?” He arched his brow, “voluntarily did more cardio than you’ve done in a year to demand why I was leaving? Abandoned your duties to run over here, shouting my name like your life depended on it?”

“It wasn’t like that.” Cora replied haughtily, finally calm enough to breathe normally. She sat up and pushed his hands away, trying not to think about how nice they’d felt on her skin. “I thought maybe you

two needed medical support.” Roger could see her making up the words as she went, getting more firmly behind the idea as it came together in her mind. “Yeah, I thought you might be going because something had happened and emergency personnel would be helpful.”

“And it didn’t occur to you that we would have requested medical staff if we required them?” Roger countered skeptically.

“What can I say, it’s very early, I guess my brain isn’t entirely turned on.” She shrugged, digging her heels in. “so, do you need a doctor to come along? Just in case?”

Though he was enjoying her performance, the suggestion of taking Cora along for the flight aroused his wolf’s protective instincts. Before he could get a handle on his inner animal, he’d growled, “Not a chance.”

Cora’s chocolate gaze sharpened, ‘Why not, if it’s so safe?”

Her suspicion returned the smile to Roger’s face, “You don’t have anything to worry about, little one. I promise I’ll come back to annoy you. If you like, I’ll even stop by the medical tent as soon as we land.”

Cora scowled, “Don’t call me that.” She shoved at his hand when he reached for her again. “I already told you, I don’t care about your safety. And the last thing I need is you interrupting my work again.”

“Are you sure?” Roger posed, “Maybe you should give me a goodbye kiss before we take off, just in case.”

The human’s lip curled, and she began putting distance between them, “I would rather kiss a rabid bat.”

Roger grinned, giving chase. “Now how can you know such a thing without putting it to the test? I’ll tell you what, kiss me now, and when I come back I’ll bring you a bat to compare. But I’d be willing to bet my bite is the nicer of the two.”

“I said no!” Cora glared, holding out an arm to keep him at bay, “there will be no kisses and no biting.”

“Come on, Cora, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Roger teased, still tracking her.

With an exasperated groan, Cora spun around and began stomping back to the medical tent. Roger watched her with a wide smile, but he kept his next thought to himself. I could watch her stomp away from me a thousand times, as long as she keeps coming back.

 

Chapter 223

Warm hands trail over my bare skin as I come awake, tracing the curve of my belly, outlining the shape of my breasts. Sinclair’s perusal is slow and steady, not meaning to arouse, but merely explore. My back is flush to his chest, and his broad shoulders offer endless support for my aching spine.

His warm voice rumbles in my ear, but I quickly realize he’s not talking to me. “The cities were magnificent.” He declares in a quiet, almost reverent tone. “I wish you had been able to see them, but I promise I’ll take you some day – you and your Mommy. They had things I never even imagined were real: entire territories powered on Vanarium with no need for fuel, and cars that can transform into boats or aircraft in the blink of an eye.”

“Your Uncle Gabriel is clever but he’s a bit old fashioned too – some of his Alpha’s are much more interested in showing off their innovations than celebrating their history.” Sinclair continues to caress my tummy as the baby flutters in response – not understanding his father’s words, but loving the sound of his voice and not wanting it to end.

I don’t want Sinclair to stop either, so I pretend I’m still asleep. At the same time, my bladder is screaming for me to get up, and my rumbling stomach isn’t far behind. “When you grow up we’re all going to be living in a very different world,” my mate continues. “It’s exciting to imagine how far society and technology will have come… and daunting too. But there are some things that are truly timeless – and I’ll teach you all about them. How to control your power; how to hunt and survive in every kind of climate; how to track a target and fight as both man and wolf.”

Sinclair pauses thoughtfully, and for a moment I think he’s onto me, but then he carries on as before. “How to trust your wolf’s instincts and lead with your heart and your head as well as your strength.” A gravelly note enters his deep bass, and suddenly I feel sharp fangs are scraping across the curve of

my neck, “How to know when you’ve met your mate, and what to do with her when she makes mischief – like pretending to be asleep so she can eavesdrop on your conversations with your pup.”

I gasp and giggle as his fingers begin tickling my sides, the sensations taking over me before I’ve finished processing his words. My eyes snap open and I try to wriggle away from the sly wolf, who grins down at me triumphantly. “Did you really think I couldn’t tell, trouble?” He croons, nibbling my shoulder as his wolf’s voice chants Mine in my head.

Joy blooms in my chest in response to my mate’s playful mood – he so rarely gets to be silly, even though it’s one of my favorite aspects of his personality. I don’t want the fun to end for either of us, but the persistent pinching in my lower abdomen is only growing sharper the more I laugh.

“Dominic stop! I have to pee!” I squeal, still trying to escape his hands.

“You should have thought of that before, little wolf.” He teases, laughter vibrating in his chest. “You’ll never get away from me now!”

A tiny trickle of urine escapes me, and I start to truly fear I might wet the bed. The Nest! My wolf cries anxiously, Not my nest! It will ruin it! Sinclair senses my panic and finally lets up, helping me find my feet and sending me off to the bathroom with a playful swat on my – still sore – behind. I yelp but rush off, and when I finish my business and return, I pin my mate with my fiercest glower. “I hope you know I won’t ever forgive you if you make me sully my beautiful nest.” I growl in warning, poising my hands on my hips. “my bladder control is hanging by a thread and it’s only going to get worse as the pregnancy progresses.”

Sinclair frowns, considering the ruffled pillows and disheveled blankets – evidence of his crime, even if it was a close call. “I’m sorry baby, I wasn’t thinking about the nest.” He confesses, rising from the bed and reaching for my tightly wound body. “I got a bit carried away. I just love hearing you laugh.”

Sulking, I reluctantly allow myself to be cuddled, but I don’t relax against him until he begins purring. “Well I like laughing with you, and I liked hearing you talk to Rafe.” I pout, “it doesn’t count as eavesdropping when the person you’re talking to lives inside me, you know.”

“I know.” He croons, in a sympathetic tone which tells me he senses exactly how vulnerable I’m feeling. “Poor little mate, I wasn’t playing fair.”

“It’s okay.” I sigh, nuzzling his chest and breathing in his beloved scent. We stay like that for a long moment, simply holding one another, stealing yet another moment in the midst of the chaos ahead.

“Are you ready for today?” Sinclair asks after a while, referring to the imminent summit.

“Not really.” I confess. “I’m not sure what to expect. I remember some of the details you shared about your visits, but there were so many. Besides, the delegations are so large I’m going to need a cheat sheet just to keep them all straight.”

“Gabriel and his staff are going to be our living cheat sheets.” Sinclair shares, not sounding nearly as worried as I feel. “It’s too much for any one person to keep track of and anyway, I didn’t even make it to all the packs. Some of these meetings are going to be happening completely cold, and it’s entirely likely that the bombing undermined or altered the conversations I did have.”

“You think they’ll be less likely to help us if they think our presence here threatens them?” I guess, knowing I should start getting dressed – or at least feed myself, but not wanting to move from my mate’s embrace.

“That’s a very real possibility, and the situation with the secrecy pact isn’t helping.” He replied, sounding tense. “I’m not sure we shouldn’t have called them all to the summit cold – too much has changed since I set out on my trip.”

“As far as I’m concerned, I don’t think investing more time and effort in building relationships is ever a mistake.” I offer, kissing one of his muscular pecs. “At least they know what you stand for and how you operate, and you have a stronger sense of their characters.”

Sinclair purrs in appreciation, kissing my hair. “I just hate to think we might have wasted valuable time. It kills me how long this is taking.”

“It’s only been a month.” I remind him gently. “It seems like ages because you feel every single loss of life on your own conscience, but most wars are years in the making. You’re doing everything you can, Dominic. And your dedication is what makes you such a great leader.”

“Even if I steal long afternoons to lie in bed with my mate and pleasure her into a coma?” He jokes, nipping my earlobe.

“Even then.” I grin against his shoulder, only the smallest doubt slipping into my thoughts. “Do you regret it?”

“I agonize over every second I don’t spend on the war.” He admits, “But I know it’s necessary to keep myself going, and I also wouldn’t trade that time for anything.”

“Good.” I proclaim, squeezing him even more tightly than before. “Me neither.”

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A little while later I’m standing in one of the King’s opulent sitting rooms, touching up my hair in the mirror. Cora enters and scans the room with an eagle-eyed gaze. It seems like she’s searching for something, but her face falls when she completes her study, her eyes coming to a stop on me.

“Do I look that bad?” I quip, wondering if she’s not looking for a certain handsome Beta.

She blinks and adopts a smile. “No, you look wonderful.” She expresses, gesturing to my floor length maternity dress. It’s more formal than anything I would normally wear, but I have to admit the fabric is divine and I feel free and confident in it.

Sinclair, Henry, and Gabriel enter then, and my sister swings her eyes to the new arrivals, looking hopeful once more. Again she seems disappointed, and I feel slightly giddy with the knowledge that she’s definitely not as indifferent to Roger as she lets on.

“They’re about half an hour out.” Gabriel announces, looking around at our small group with approval. “My chief of staff assures me that everything is ready, so it’s just a waiting game for now.”

“But we aren’t all here yet,” Cora objects, blushing. “Are we?”

Sinclair exchanges a knowing look with me. “My brother will be here shortly, apparently the refugee transports just landed a little while ago.”

“Has he had time to give you a report yet?” Henry inquires curiously.

I smell Roger a moment before he walks in, and I watch with avid interest as Cora jolts then turns away as the door opens, pretending to be oblivious to the man’s arrival. “I’ll give it now.” Roger says by way of greeting. “And I’m afraid it isn’t good.”

“Tell us.” Sinclair instructs him, extending an arm to me. I oblige, not minding the bossy summons because I know it’s a sign of his worry. So I cross the floor and sink into his lap just in time for Roger to deliver the news.

“It’s absolute chaos.” Roger sighs, pulling out his phone and hitting a few buttons. Suddenly images appear on the television screen, and my heart plummets as I see the endless crowd of shifters swarming the transport planes. “There’s too many of them, and not enough of us. Any concept of

security is impossible in the current state. Getting the process organized would mean sending in troops, and I have a terrible feeling that this is exactly what Damon is waiting for.”

We’re still trying to grapple with the scale of the crisis when bells begin ringing through the castle, signaling the end of our discussion – no matter how urgent it remains.

The Alphas have arrived.

 

Chapter 224

The entire capital seems to have turned out to welcome the delegations from around the continent, for beyond the palace gates there is a sea of excited onlookers, clamoring to watch the parade of Alpha’s approach the summit. Gabriel and I lead our party down the palace steps to await them, and though our group is small, we’re surrounded on all sides by guards and courtiers. Servants gather just out of sight, ready and waiting to rush forward and collect the traveller’s bags or do their bidding.

I keep Ella tucked under my arm, watching as the first delegations begin to stream in. Though none of the visitors have done anything too extravagent, given the somber tone of the event, they’ve certainly gone out of their way to show off their power and wealth. The flood in dressed to the nines, driving their most luxurious cars and flanked by their fiercest looking men. Vanarium gleams everywhere the eye can see, and I have to squint against the glare of the metal in the hot sun.

It appears they all want to show off, but their reasons are undoubtedly varied. Some of the war’s opponents probably want to rub their prowess in our faces – to show us what we can’t have. Others are doubtless trying to curry favor with their king, or simply win a leading role in the battles to come. However no matter their motives, I see all eyes gravitating to Ella. They stay glued to her in a way that betrays their curiosity and admiration, and suddenly I wonder if they aren’t showing off for her sake.

We greet the Alphas, their families and Betas one by one – first Gabriel, then Ella and me. They bow for us all, but none so deeply as for Ella, the one wolf among us who was not voted into power, but chosen – created by the Goddess herself. A new hope sparks in my chest, a prayer that my mate’s heritage might be enough to overcome our recent challenges. I always knew she was going to be my secret weapon- right from the very beginning – but I hadn’t expected everyone else to recognize it so quickly.

The welcome process takes the better part of the afternoon, but finally every delegation is settled in their suites, and their staffs dispersed among the palace. Ella is practically sleeping on her feet by the end, leaning her slight weight into my side and resting her cheek against my chest, sweet sighs falling from her lips. I carry her inside for a brief nap before dinner, but she wakes fresh and eager to get to the feast.

It’s a good thing too, because the event isn’t the apolitical meet and greet we’d originally planned. Instead the Alphas dive straight into discussions of the war, and as enamored as they may have been to meet a living demi goddess, the consensus is far from supportive.

“Alpha Dominic, we were all extremely concerned when we heard of the attack on your convoy and we’re beyond relieved that you’re alright.” The Storm Forest leader begins. I sense the ‘but’ coming already, though it’s no surprise – I’d feared this Alpha would pose difficult. “But the fact remains the incident proved your war is already bleeding over into our territory.”

“It’s not my war.” I correct him coldly, ignoring my food and leaning back in my chair. “It’s all of ours – all shifter kind.” I glance around at the others, trying to gauge their reactions and finding a room full of poker faces.

Surely you don’t believe Damon will be satisfied with conquering one continent, especially not if all his subjects flee here.”

“We can deal with Damon,” The FrostFang leader interjects, brushing off this concern. “Or leave him for the humans to crucify.”

“Dominic, we know you came to us looking to rally support, and we applaud your determination to return home and defeat the Usurper – it’s what any good leader would do.” The White Claw Alpha commends.” However you must recognize that things have changed since the Secrecy pact broke.

“You aren’t wrong when you say this war belongs to all shifters now – but it’s not because of the threat Damon poses,” The Black Alder leader proclaims evenly. “It’s because of the human threat. Every shifter on the planet is at risk now, so we have to look beyond the tragedys in your homeland and think about the future of our entire kind.”

“He’s right.” The Midnight Alpha adds, “A war is short sighted. Even if we win against Damon, it would only be a temporary fix, a distraction from the human problem.” Ella shifts uneasily in her chair, and I can sense her displeasure with this framing. “At this point it makes more sense to brace for all shiters coming here, rather than funding a war that will only lead to more strife if you manage to win.” 2

‘That’s ridiculous.” Gabriel assets, “every shifter in the world cannot possibly be accommodated in Vanara – and even if they could, it would only be a matter of time before the humans began searching for us.”

‘Then let them search, they’ve never found us before.” The Storm Forest leader scoffs.

‘They’ve never known we existed before.” The King reminds him, a warning note in his voice.

At that point, a silken voice pipes up beside me. “Not to mention the damage which would be done to the human communities left behind.”

Every eye in the room turns to look at Ella, and Goddess love her, she stares back at them with unflinching determination. I don’t know a single she-wolf alive who could stare down this room of intimidating wolves, but Ella doesn’t even bat an eye. When no one says anything, she continues,” I’ve been amazed ever since I arrived in this land – from the freedom your people are privileged enough to enjoy, to your technologies and advancement. It’s truly remarkable, but I wonder how many of you have spent time in our homeland?” She asks, resting her hand over mine.

No one moves or speaks, and I wonder if they’re merely stunned she interrupted them, or confused by her statement. Again she forges on, not waiting for permission. “What you must understand is that our

worlds are completely intertwined. There is no separating the human and shifter economies – everything is interdependent. All the businesses, the industries and stocks – the only things which truly remain separate are the governments. Humans and wolves live side by side, even if they did not previously realize it.”

“Is there a point to this?” The Storm Forest leader inquires, earning himself a growl from my wolf. The others look chastened, but Ella only kisses my cheek, “It’s okay, my love.” She tells me, before turning back to them. “What do you imagine will happen if one third of the societies around the world suddenly disappear?” She inquires, ‘Your territories may be hidden, but they are not self-sustaining. You rely on imports and exports from across the globe. So if every economy, if every society other than yours collapses, what do you think will happen to trade and security? Are you prepared to take in millions of new citizens, just when all the international relationships you’ve built for centuries collapse?”

Her statement is met with potent silence, and I can see the Alpha’s reflecting on the undeniable truth she speaks. It was a calculated argument, and not the one I expecte from my mate – at least not entirely.

“Well what are we supposed to do?” The Silver Dawn leader demands. ’The humans are already talking of pre-emptive strikes.”

“From their perspective nothing is preemptive.” Ella corrects him. ‘The first blows have already been stuck – the first hundred blows even. You forget that it is not only shifters suffering at Damon’s hands. Millions of humans are being displaced and murdered – they have every right to fight back, and it’s not their fault that they have no information about us or our perspectives to help guide them. It’s ours. How are they to know we’re not all bad, when everything they’ve seen of us has been horrific?”

‘They have years of peaceful living as proof that it doesn’t have to be that way.” The Wind River Alpha argues.

‘That’s not what it feels like to them.” Ella insists. “You’ve always known that both societies existed, so you can see the harmony we once struck. They are just finding out that everything they believed their entire lives was wrong, and it’s happening right as the world explodes. That trauma would be enough to skew anyone’s perception. All these politics are games of guessing the intentions of others and forming misconceptions based on our own biases. So I’m telling you that your understanding of their view is wrong, we have to acknowledge and appreciate that if we have any hope of getting through this without dismantling society as we know it.”

There’s another pregnant pause, “So what do you suggest?” Gabriel prompts her, hiding a smile.

“We’ve already reached out to some of their leaders, and we’re waiting for a response. But I suggest that this summit should be the first of many. We need to send delegations to the humans, to show them that we are not all Damon. Hell, we ought to bring them here if they’ll agree, let them see the suffering our own kind are experiencing. We have the same enemy – we need to show them we can be allies.” Ella states, loudly enough for all to hear.

‘That’s madness,” someone mutters.

“Or genius.” Another adds wryly.

“Whether it’s madness or genius, I guarantee it’s right.” Ella states confidently, offering them a Cheshire smile. “But you don’t have to agree with me yet. I’ve got all week to wear you down.”

The other Alphas exchange astonished glance, and the man beside me leans over to whipser in my ear, “Well you’ve certainly got a live one there.’

I chuckle, “And I’ve never loved her more.

 

Chapter 225

James is just within reach now, and my wolf can’t help but think about how very biteable the soldier suddenly looks, in fact, he looks downright mouthwatering. There’s a tender bit of flesh poking over the top of his belt, where muscle and fat stores combine to give the man his barrel-like build. I could easily sink my fangs in there without inflicting permanent harm, not to mention it would hurt like hell. Then again… just in case I do want to do lasting damage… other much more vulnerable parts aren’t so far away.

I’ve never had such bloodthirsty thoughts before, but I also don’t question them – not after James suggested the attack on my mate was somehow fortuitous. “Lucky?” I repeat sharply, prowling closer now and trying to remember that Isabel would hate me if I truly hurt him. “Lucky that he lost his Beta and closest advisors? Lucky that he almost lost his own life? Just where do you think this pack would be without him, was it luck that got all those refugees off the continent?”

“No it was me!” James argues back, his color rising. “I’m the one who’s been going there every day and witnessing their tragedies. The other and pilots and I have been dealing with this madness all on our own, and now we don’t only have to look out for armed attacks, but for spies too? It’s too much!”

“And who gave you the planes and money to make the trips?” I counter, my hands on my hips. ”Who gave you the other pilots, and a safe place to land? Who worked with Gabriel to give our people a second home here? Who arranged for the nursery where your own daughter now lives?” I’m pacing now, and I can feel Sinclair hovering close behind me, prepared to reach out if I lost control of my wolf completely. “None of that was luck, James. That was all Dominic – all his sacrifices.”

“As they should be.” James hisses back. “That is the duty he bears, the oath he takes as an Alpha. What you do not understand about being a soldier is that no wolf, no matter how important, is worth the

lives of innocent civilians. If it comes down to it, the Alpha should die protecting his people, rather than let them be hurt.”

“Well he can’t very well go back and hold up the entire front himself!” I burst, throwing my arms out in exasperation. I look to Henry, Gabriel and Roger to back me up, but they only watch in silence. “What would you have him do, James? Go home and set up his army between Damon and the refugees? So that the spies have to go through him first?”

“Maybe he should.” James suggests simply, looking past me to my mate.

The taut leash I’ve been holding on my temper – and my wolf – snaps, and suddenly I’m lunging for the pilot with a vicious growl. A powerful arm catches me around the middle before I can sink my claws in James’s handsome face, and a familiar voice purrs in my ear. “Easy now, trouble. James is right.”

I swing around to look at him in outrage. “How can you say that, he–”

“Compared to what they might have attempted, we were lucky they only attacked a few high ranking wolves – wolves who were all combatants in this war, rather than civilians. I would always rather the target be me than one of my people. You know that, Ella.” Sinclair replies gently. “And putting myself between Damon and the refugees isn’t a new idea, baby.”

“It isn’t?” I inquire, my voice suddenly very small as I turn to look at him.

“No.” Sinclair confirms grimly, “And we haven’t done it because moving forward would take away our strategic advantage, access to weapons, and the time we need to plan a coup. But it wasn’t an easy decision, Ella. I know that our people will hurt worse for the strategy, and when this is all over they’ll be within their rights to hold me accountable for that choice.”

“It was the only choice.” I reaffirm, knowing he doesn’t need my approval, but that it always helps. “You can’t protect us if you aren’t here. No one would begrudge you that.”

You still ought to let me bite him. My wolf snipes as I glare daggers at James.

No baby, no biting. Sinclair warns, pulling me close and breathing in my scent.

Come on, just a little one? I whine. He probably won’t even feel it

Sinclair looks as though he wants to smile. Then what would be the point?

I think for a moment, adrenaline still pumping through my heart in over time. Vengeance

He chuckles deeply, kissing my neck, “I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Sinclair declares, and it takes me a minute to realize he’s answering my last verbal statement, rather than my ferocious thoughts. “Dwelling on the past won’t do us any good now. We need to figure out how to keep this from happening again.”

“How, we can’t exactly demand their ID papers like a commercial airline – most of them have lost everything but the clothes on their backs.” James objects.

“We can send in troops, but that would be like an invitation to Damon.” Gabriel adds, “Besides, I don’t want the relief efforts to be militarized – it’s a recipe for disaster

“Well we’ve got to do something.” Roger states soberly. “That video I showed you is nothing compared to actually being there.”

“He’s right – we can barely get the planes on the ground, let alone vet the people we’re bringing on.” James affirms, sounding pained.

“What about all the Vanaran’s technologies?” I ask, “They’ve got drones and state of the art weapons and who knows what else. Isn’t there some way we can do surveillance before our transports land?”

“The problem is that not every shifter is in our government databases, most of the IDs would be useless because most of the refugees aren’t known to us.” Sinclair explains with a heavy sigh.

“But it isn’t the unknowns we’re worried about.” I reason. “The soldiers working for Damon are all civil servants right? And if they aren’t, they’re rogues and scoundrels that have run into the law in the past. So between service and arrest records, we should be able to identify the majority of Damon’s forces with facial ID technology? Right?” I pose, wanting to make sure my logic is correct. “It wouldn’t catch everyone, but surely it’s better than nothing.”

“That’s not a bad idea.” Henry praises, nodding in approval. “Could we do it without further frightening the refugees? I’d hate for them to see the drones and think they were being attacked.”

“If we tell them beforehand…” James suggests hesitantly. “We’d have to be gentle about it so they knew we aren’t suspicious of them, just people pretending to be them.”

“That’s a really difficult line to walk.” Gabriel exhales, not sounding discouraged, but daunted. “Our pilots would need to be trained for striking that kind of balance. How do you interrogate someone’s identity without accusing them of being a spy?”

I can’t withhold a small snort. The men turn to look at me with raised eyebrows, and I huff softly. “By not assuming they are spies. You assume they’re innocent and hope you’re wrong, not assume everyone is guilty and then force them to prove otherwise.” I shake my head, “honestly, treat them with dignity and respect. Only investigate if you have a reason to be nervous, and otherwise trust that the others will sniff out any traitors among them.”

“Ella has a point. As long as our enforcers remember who the true enemy is, we can get through this.” Henry agrees, “We can keep our people safe without ninjanovel.com infringing on their rights. We just have to keep our heads on straight.”

“Alright, but we still need to increase evacuations. We have confirmation that Damon knows about our operation now. We need to either get everyone out at once, or change strategies.” Roger advises.

“I don’t think we should do anything just yet.” Sinclair sighs. “Damon will be expecting this, waiting for us to lash out in panic.”

“Maybe.” Gabriel purses his lips, “Do we even know who’s advising him anymore?”

“My sources say he’s gathered the ninjanovel.com most spineless of the continents’ elder councils – he gave them all the choice to serve him or die, so most of our elders are gone, and only the worst remain.” Sinclair explains gravely. “But they aren’t all idiots.” Silence meets this announcement, and though I might not have grown up among wolves, I can guess what a tremendous loss this is .

“And does Damon know you’re still alive?” Henry asks hopefully. “How fast is information traveling between here and home.”

“As fast as ever. By now I’m sure he’s heard.” Sinclair answers, giving me a squeeze.

“I wish there was a way for us to stay completely hidden until the time is right.” Henry groans, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Well there’s one way.” Roger states stiffly. “We have to find Damon’s spy and get rid of them. Dominic I made it my personal mission to find the man responsible for the bomb, but I want to do more. Put me in charge of counter-intelligence. I want to root them out.”

“Roger you’re already my Beta.” Sinclair smiles, “the jobs don’t get any more important.”

“This one does.” Roger confirms. “It’s my brother’s life, my new sister and nephew – it’s everything.”

Sinclair smiles. “Then the job is yours.”

 

Chapter 226

After the meeting is over and Sinclair and I are safely in the privacy of our bedroom, I start to remove my dress. _ _ _ As soon as the delicate fabric is wrapped around my feet , my ninjanovel.com mate walks up behind me , sliding his arms around my bare waist . ” I can’t decide what I’m most proud of. ” He growls in my ear, “Watching you put all those Alphas in their place over the humans, or watching you go after James like that. ”

I lean against him with a satisfied sigh, turning my head so I can rest my boch*cha against his hard chest. “I don’t like people criticizing you when all you’ve done is serve and sacrifice for your people. ”

He purrs, dropping his lips to the crook of my neck, “Leaders who can’t take and accept criticism are worthless, little wolf. ” _

DHE

‘ I don’t mind . I sniffle, resting my hands over his where they rest on my stomach. The baby is sleeping, but her heartbeat is strong and regular. “You don’t deserve to be treated that way. ” _

He laughs, “Your wolf is really pissed off, isn’t she? ” _

“Can you blame her? ” I answer harshly . “After you’ve been gone for so long and then all these cold- hearted alphas and attacks? That would ninjanovel.com content drive anyone to the edge of the abyss. ”

Sinclair kisses my shoulder as his wolf tries to appease my cantankerous canine in our shared mind space, lavishing her with snouts and kisses. __” Such a feisty fellow. ” He raves, “Your spirit has always been one of my favorite things about you, but it’s not good for the baby that you get so excited. __ I can’t let you avenge my honor if it means putting stress on your body and the baby. ”

“Well, I don’t want to stress Rafe either. ” I reply, feeling my mood shift abruptly, leaving me feeling guilty and dejected. Tears

Right in my eyes and I stomp my foot in frustration, annoyed that I’m crying yet again and hating the Alphas and James for teasing my wolf. “It’s their fault, Damon and James and every one of those pack leaders who don’t give a shit about anyone but shifters. If they weren’t such idiots, I wouldn’t be in this position. ”

“I wasn’t blaming you, baby,” sings Sinclair, a steady purr vibrating against my back, “I know you can’t handle the stress. I only care about you

Never . ”

–

now more than

” I feel so raw ” . I confess, wishing I could hug him right without my belly.

disturbing . _ _ _ ” I can’t decide if I want to keep our pup safe inside me forever or get him out so my weakness is no longer a threat to him. ”

Sinclair goes very still, and then I’m being turned around, his strong hands guiding my body to mirror his. He takes my face in his huge hands, and I bite my bottom lip, not wanting to look him in the eye. I don’t think I can bare to see his disappointment right now. “Look at me, little wolf. he instructs firmly, and my gaze jumps up reflexively – even though it’s blurred with tears. “Now listen to me very carefully. Sinclair continues, gentle but stern. “You are not weak. You are performing a miracle in the midst of the apocalypse. _”

I sniff pitifully, and their purrs renew. “You need to give yourself a little grace, honey. I know this is easier said than done, but I’m not going to take that kind of talk. Sinclair declares fiercely, his deep voice filled with emotion. ‘You are incredible . You are the strongest wolf I have ever known and this pup is very lucky to have you as a mother. Not to mention I’m the luckiest man in the world to be able to call you my mate. _ _ _ ”

“But I can’t even keep our baby safe and he’s not even born yet. I counter, feeling myself start to spiral despite his love and reassurance. Once again I’m caught in an undercurrent of emotion that I can’t control or escape”, and you can’t focus on the war because I can’t handle it alone and you’re always comforting or worrying about

I . ”

Sinclair’s purr grows harsher and he releases his enormous power, letting it take over me. “Our baby is going to be fine _ _ _

“You don’t know that. ” I argue, speaking before he can say another word. _

“Maybe not, but you better believe I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure of it. ” he proclaims. “And if you think I could live without you, you’re out of your mind. ”

“You made it this far without me. ” I remind him petulantly. _

‘ You too . Sinclair responds. _” We overcame our struggles independently, because we had no other choice. We didn’t know what the future would hold for us, and so

 

Chapter 227

The next morning Isabel woke to find James in bed beside her, fully clothed and quietly speaking to Sadie, who was snuggled between their bodies. Outside, the caretakers Isabel hired to help with the nursery were already getting the pups up and fed, so she let herself relax a while longer. She peeked one eye open, trying not to think about how nice it would be to have James wrapped around her again. Sadie came first, of course, and she was excited to see her – but her wolf was struggling with her competing desires.

“I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to be so cute you know.” James was saying, his fingers gently tickling her tummy. She grinned and giggled, wriggling and stretching her plump arms. “And that smile! It’s criminal. Don’t you know people will eat you right up if you show them that dazzling smile? I’m tempted myself, and I love you to pieces.”

Sadie babbled happily up at him, speaking her sweet baby language as joy and amusement pulsed through their nascent bond. “Oh no!” James said with theatrical horror. “I don’t think I can resist, Sadie bug. It’s just too much to bear. I’m going to do it! I’m going to eat you up.”

He lowered his mouth to her tummy, kissing her repeatedly and making exaggerated, “nom, nom, nom,” noises. Sadie squealed happily, and Isabel couldn’t feign sleep any longer. She opened her eyes fully, and found James watching her with a look of reverence and overwhelming affection.” Good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning.” Isabel mumbled, fighting the blush working up her neck and trying to pretend her insides hadn’t just turned to mush. She diverted her eyes to the baby between them. Sadie blinked her gorgeous wide eyes at her adoptive mother, and an incandescent smile stretched over Isabel’s features. “Hello my love.” She asked, running her hand over the pup’s downy head. “How long has she been up?”

“Just a little while ago.” James smiled. “She didn’t make a sound, just lay there like a little angel.”

‘That’s because she is one.” Isabel informed him earnestly, noting that Sadie was already changed and wearing a fresh onesie. She reached through her bond with the little girl, but found she wasn’t yet hungry and felt perfectly content just as she was. Appreciation for James welled in her heart, because even though she’d known he would make a loving father and strong protector, not all Alphas are so eager to do the more tedious parenting tasks. ‘Thank you for letting me sleep in.”

“I figured you haven’t had the chance in a while.” He replied easily, reaching out to stroke her hair. She should have objected, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. It felt too nice to be touched this way again, and for the first time since meeting her mate, Isabel truly considered what it might be like to make love to another man. She imagined James kissing her, stripping off her clothes and exploring her body with his hands and mouth. Much too quickly, her body began to heat up, and she forced those thoughts from her mind. The last thing she needed was for James to scent her arousal.

“When was the last time you slept in?” Isabel asked instead, genuinely concerned that he made this sacrifice for her.

‘Today was sleeping in.” James chuckled. “I’ve been doing five am flights for so long that even making it till now feels like a luxury.”

Isabel turned to look at the clock, noting it was already seven. “What about today’s flights?”

“Dominic ordered me to take the day off.” James admitted with a frown.

“Are you worried how it will go without you?” Isabel questioned, sensing his disquiet.

He shook his head. “I know the other pilots can handle it.” James paused, watching as Sadie rolled over and snuggled up to Isabel’s breast with a sweet coo. “Oh I see how it is.” He joked as Isabel reflexively circled her arms around the pup, cuddling her closer. “Now that Mommy is awake I might as well disappear.”

“Nonsense, she loves you.” Isabel smiled, trying to block out the sound of her wolf – who was currently demanding that she invite the pilot to hold them.

 

Chapter 228

It turned out she didn’t need to, because James’s sly wolf immediately took advantage of the extra space between them He shifted closer and looped an arm around Isabel’s waist, the heat of hiss fingers searing the she-wolf’s lower back through the thin fabric of her dress. A noticeable shiver raced down her spine, and Isabel glowered as James smirked. ’Tell me why you aren’t happy to have a day off.” She deflected, trying to breathe in Sadie’s pure scent without also taking in the soldier’s enticing fragrance.

James sighed, “I know this isn’t the case, but part of me worries that Dominic only gave the order because he thinks I’ve lost my edge.” When Isabel looked confused, he continued, “Yesterday we found out that it was probably my fault that the spy who bombed his convoy got into Vanara. The working theory is that he disguised himself as a refugee and snuck onto one of my flights last week.”

A beat of silence met his words, and for one horrible moment, James was terrified that Isabel would lose her interest in him. What good was he as a mate or father if he made such grave mistakes? If he couldn’t detect lethal threats and endangered the very people he was meant to keep safe?

Instead, Isabel’s face transformed from pensive to horrified. “He might have killed you! Do they think Damon is going to send more assassins this way? What if the next one decides to take over the plane? What if his army lies in wait at the coast and ambushes you?” Her panic was so swift and sharp that Sadie began to squirm and fuss, feeling the unpleasant feeling filtering down through there bond.

James’s wolf was conflicted. He didn’t like seeing Isabel upset one bit, but he certainly enjoyed seeing her so disturbed by the thought of harm coming to him. He began to purr, stroking her spine and pressing his chest to Sadie’s back so she could feel the comforting vibrations. “You’re not worried about me, are you little wolf??” He asked, only slightly smug.

As he’d hoped, the jibe snapped Isabel back to her usual self, and the frightened look in her brilliant blue eyes faded. “I’m not going to let my daughter lose another parent.” She proclaimed sharply,

tightening her grip on Sadie and adding her own soft sounds to the soothing efforts. “So help me James, if you make her lose you too, I will never forgive you.”

“I have no intention of going anywhere, Isabel.” James promised, grazing his knuckles over her cheek. “If someone wants to take me from you two they’re going to have one hell of a fight on their hands. I won’t go down easily.”

“Going down isn’t an option at all.” Isabel corrected him. “If they try to lay a hand on them, you rip them the shreds and get out of there. Don’t go doing noble things like turning back to save babies or…” She trailed off, her voice thick with emotion. She tried to cover it by kissing Sadie’s head and averting her eyes, but James saw everything. 1

“Is that really what you’d want?” James questioned, the corning of his mouth quirking as he nodded to Sadie. “For me to leave a precious pup like this sweet muffin behind, just to save my own ass?” They were so close now that he could see the moisture welling in her eyes, and the near imperceptible quiver of her plump lower lip.

“I know I don’t want you to die.” Isabel replied grumpily, deciding that enough was enough. She started to get out of bed, but James stopped her, keeping her pinned with one strong arm.

“Because you’d miss me?” His suggested, the spike of adrenaline in

Isabel’s scent triggering his prey drive. His wolf was coming to the surface, and Isabel’s was responding in kind. She was becoming more demanding, wilder and less manageable with every moment that passed.

“Because the pack needs you, and Sadie needs you.” Isabel answered fiercely. “Now let me go, I need to feed the baby and get everything ready for the visit this morning. The delegations will be here in a few hours and the nursery is always a mess after breakfast.”

“I’ll let you go.” James agreed, his eyes glowing now, “in exchange for a kiss.”

Isabel froze, looking remarkably like a startled rabbit. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She scoffs, again trying to rise.

“Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?” He temped her. “You’ve kissed me before, and I seem to remember you enjoyed it quite a bit.”

“I was distraught.” Isabel bit back, “it’s not the same.”

“Oh I see.” James flashed his fangs, “well in that case we’ll just have to stay here all day and kiss Sadie bug instead.”

Isabel glared, and then an idea struck. “Can I decide where I kiss you?”

“Anywhere you like.” James agreed.

“Fine, then I want to kiss your hand.” She announced slyly, and James almost laughed. He knew exactly what Isabel intended, but he played along.

“Alright.” He extracted his arm from her middle, freeing her from her makeshift cage and opening the door for an escape. The moment his grip loosened on the she-wolf, she attempted to leap up with the baby. Of course, James was ready and waiting, so he jumped up with her and dragged her into his arms.

Isabel barely had time to register what had happened before James was dragging her mouth to his – one powerful hand on her nape, the other

cradling Sadie’s head between their bodies. Isabel whimpered as their lips collided, all her defenses falling away. Her wolf howled happily in her head as James expertly claimed her, extracting breathless

kisses from her lips over and over again – until neither one of them could remember where they ended, and the other began.

Chapter 229

Sleeping with my pregnant mate is becoming increasingly challenging as her body grows with our pup. Even though Ella takes as many naps as the pups in the nursery these days, she’s still exhausted by the end of the night and I’m not faring much better amidst all this stress and activity. Still, exhaustion isn’t enough to get us off to dreamland when getting Ella comfortable enough to rest is a nightly struggle.

The nest is a blessing, as the incredible abundance of pillows surrounding her on all sides can easily be shifted and fluffed to perfectly cradle her precious form – the difficulty is figuring out where I fit into the cozy retreat. Most of the time Ella just treats me as an extra large body pillow. More than once, I’ve woken in the middle of the night to find her sneakily trying to rearrange my limbs to her liking. Each time I’ve told her to simply wake me so I can help, or to turn the light on for her late night bathroom trips so she doesn’t risk running into something or tripping in the dark. Of course, my instructions go in one ear and out the other because Ella feels too guilty to willingly rob me of my sleep.

This morning is worse than most, because I have to be up at the crack of dawn despite the fact that Ella managed to completely sprawl herself over my body last night. If it wasn’t for my prior engagement, it would be picture perfect: she’s on her side with her arms and legs tangled around my own, her round belly resting on my torso. Her long rose-gold hair cascades over my chest, and her heartbeat is in perfect sync with the baby’s. Rafe and Ella’s sweet smells overtakes my senses, and my groggy wolf sighs with utter contentment.

I mentally curse this summit. The last thing I want to do is get out of this bed, shortly followed by waking the angel on top of me. I try to extract myself as carefully as I can, rolling her small body away from me and attempting to replace my mass with pillows. I almost manage it, but every time I manage to free one limb from her clutches, she latches onto a different part of me. Eventually she stirs and I emit a hushed swear, knowing the battle is lost.

“See is not nice waking your mate.” She mumbles, her words slurred with speech as she nuzzles my bare chest.

“I’m sorry baby, I have to get up.” I confess, kissing her her hair. “I have to meet with Roger before todays’ events get started.”

Ella sighs, snuggling closer, “uh-huh.” She sighs, her soft breath fluttering over my skin. “Stay.”

“I wish I could.” I answer honestly, once more trying to pry her determined paws from my body. “I’m so sorry little wolf, but you have to let me go.”

“But you’re my pillow.” She murmurs. Her wolf begins whining pitifully in my head, which only upsets my own wolf and sends my temper spiraling further downward.

Exhaling miserably I make a third escape attempt, to no avail. “Goddess you’re like an octopus, when did you get so strong?”

Ella’s eyes stay closed as a glorious smile splits her cheeks. “I’m not. You just don’t have the heart to deny me.” She’s right, I could easily overpower her and walk away, but that is a last resort.

I finally manage to get out of bed, but I’m in a right foul mood by the time I reach my brother’s suite. To make matters worse, Roger has clearly slept through his alarm. The lights are off and I can hear a persistent beeping from the direction of the bedroom. Groaning, I bang on the door with my fist, not giving a damn how boarish I’m behaving. “Wake up!”

After some grumbling and fumbling around inside, the door swings open and Roger appears. He squints at me in the low light, looking completely baffled. “What crawled up your ass?”

“Damon. This war. The bloody delegations. Take your pick.” I bite back.

Roger purses his lips and nods, “Fair enough.” He swings his door wide and ushers me inside, yawning and stretching. “Care to tell me why you wanted to meet at this ungodly hour.”

“I don’t want to meet now.” I growl. “There’s just no other time.” As I enter I notice that my brother’s once impeccable rooms now look like the scene of some natural disaster. All the furniture is broken, now neatly leaned against the walls and leaving a huge empty space in the middle of the room. And though someone has clearly been sweeping, there is still a layer of dust and sawdust on the floor. “What the hell happened to your room?”

“I lost my temper.” Roger shrugs, but there’s an expression I don’t recognize on his face. “It didn’t feel right to have Gabriel’s servants to clean up after me, so I’ve been trying to put it to rights slowly – but there’s not much time.” He waves the wreckage away. “It’s not important, don’t worry about it.”

Abruptly, I recall my brother’s ferocious energy when I returned from the storm forest pack alive and well. And without asking, I know exactly what caused Roger to lose his temper. I feel a deep pang in my chest, and without thinking I pull him into my arms, enveloping him in a bear hug. He tenses, but quickly relaxes into the embrace. It’s an improvement from the hugs we’ve shared in the past – normally it takes him ages to accept the affection.

“Look at you, big brother.” I tease in a saccharine voice, “you’re learning all about feelings aren’t you?”

“Oh shove off.” He complains, pushing me away. “Enough of that, tell me what’s going on!”

I drag one hand through my hair, “Listen Roger, obviously when a new Beta takes power under normal circumstances, there’s a ceremony and celebration. I wish I could give you that, but everything is moving so fast and I need to be fully bonded to you before the summit really takes off.”

Roger’s lips quirk, “you’re going to have me take the oath at five o’clock in the morning, without any witnesses, in a dark room when we’re barely awake?”

“Can you think of a better way?” I question, hating that I can’t honor him the way he deserves.

Roger laughs, and shakes his head. “Okay, how do we do this?”

I extend my fangs and raise my hand to my mouth, quickly slicing a gash in my palm. I use my left hand, because my right still bears the scar where I forged this bond with Hugo, and I can’t bear to mark over it. Hot, sticky blood seeps from the wound, and I offer my bleeding paw to Roger. He follows suit, biting his own palm and letting the blood pool forth before taking my hand in his.

“We already shared blood, but the bond of an Alpha and a Beta goes beyond brotherhood.” I declare, needing to make sure he’s truly ready for this – to submit to me from here on out. He may have felt confident he could go through with this arrangement in the high emotions following my near death, but reality may seem colder now that the shock and grief have passed. “As my second in command, it will be your duty to support and balance my wolf. But it will also be your responsibility to carry out my orders, even when you don’t agree -even when you think I’m being as dumb as a brick. You may advise, you may debate and I will always do my best to listen and understand, but at the end of the day my word is law.”

“I understand, Dominic.” Roger replies soberly. “I’m committed to serving you, as well as the pack.”

‘Thank you.” I exhale, feeling that the worst is past. ’You will be my right hand in all things, and the pack will rely on you as a cornerstone of our leadership. If anything should ever happen to me, it will be your obligation to take over from me until the Alpha Council confirms your permanent role, or another Alpha steps forward.”

“Assuming we ever have an Alpha council again.” Roger quips, earning a low growl.

‘These oaths weren’t made with the apocalypse in mind.” I remind him. “Do you, Roger Sinclair, vow to always put the united packs before all else? To be loyal and just in all matters, to serve me and our

people until your dying day?”

“I do.” Roger confirms.

“Do you vow to govern and protect the united packs, advise and inform your Alpha and Luna to the best of your abilities, further the aims and agendas of shifter kind, and always maintain the natural laws imparted to wolves by our Goddess?” I ask, recalling these words from very long ago. Already I can feel the magic beginning to take hold, sparking through our joined blood and entering our veins.

“I do.” Roger says again.

“Do you vow to take my place as leader should I perish or be otherwise incapable of governing, and to act as a mentor and guardian for my family, if there ever comes a time that I cannot?” I continue, deciding that it may be time for a new line in this ancient oath, one to address the tumultuous future we’re facing. “And do you vow to make these same commitments to non-shifters in our territories, should our societies unite?”

Roger’s eyes widen only slightly. “I do.”

‘Then I shall vow to always appreciate and respect your opinions, expertise and perspective. I vow to do everything in my power to help you be successful in all things, and to honor your service and sacrifice.” I profess.” I vow to never ask you to do anything in opposition to these same values, or to put you in a position which might risk you and your family’s health, safety and happiness. I vow to always appreciate the demands and complexities of your role, and to care for you as you care for me.”

In that moment a searing pain pierces my hand, and white light fuses our palms together. I feel as though a grenade is detonating in my chest, as if my entire being might be torn to shreds with the intensity of these strange sensations. They end just as quickly as they begin, and when the rush of magic fades, I feel a new bond taking hold in my heart.

I’ve heard my brother’s voice in my head a thousand times in our wolf forms, but this is the first time we’ve ever communicated through this kind of bond, and I feel steadier and more connected to Roger than I ever have before.

Alright brother, let’s get to work.

 

Chapter 230

Roger watched the delegations warily approach the refugee camp, unloading from an identical convoy of shiny black cars parked at the entrance of the air field. Some appeared far more curious than others, keeping their expressions open and interested, if somber. A few Alphas however, most notably the Storm Forest and Midnight leaders, appeared as though they had no intention of letting the harrowing scenes ahead sway their opinions.

Even so, the new Beta could only focus a fraction of his attention on their mindset. He was far more preoccupied ensuring the airfield and camp were as secure as possible before the visit, and his wolf was always somewhat distracted when Cora was near. He’d yet to see her today, but he knew she was somewhere in the medical tents, her faint floral scent discernible through the cool morning air.

Maybe we should go ahead of the group, Roger’s wolf suggested, to make sure everything is ready and do a final threat assessment.

And flirt with a certain stubborn human, since we probably won’t get another chance today? Roger replied, sorely tempted by the idea but knowing he couldn’t abandon his duty for such a frivolous reason.

It’s a thought. The mischievous canine answered, we haven’t spoken since yesterday morning. It would be a wasted opportunity when she’s clearly warming to us. The beast is whining like a pup, and I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. There’s nothing more determined or impossible than a besotted wolf. Come on, he cajoles eagerly, wagging his tail. Think of how cute she’ll be, trying to act all grumpy even though we can hear heart racing.

We can’t – we can’t afford to get distracted. I want to see her as badly as you do, but this isn’t the time.

Hmph. His wolf grumbled, spoilsport.

Roger glanced at the slow moving party behind him. The Alphas and their advisors were being led into the camp by the King, Sinclair and Ella. His brother kept his mate tucked safely under one arm as they approached the airfield. The planes were due to arrive any moment, and Roger knew they were all a bit tense for the first transport conducted without James’s leadership.

Sinclair scanned the open area, his sharp gaze landing on his brother. At this short distance, there was no difficulty communicating through their new bond as Alpha and Beta. All clear?

So far. The entire camp has been swept and the pilots have all signaled imminent landing with no signs of trouble. I can either stay here to help with the disembarkment, or I can go ahead of the group with a few soldiers and act as an advance team. Roger offered, secretly hoping his brother would choose the second option.

So much for not getting distracted. His wolf scoffed.

I’m not saying it for Cora, I’m saying it because it’s a valid tactical strategy and might be helpful. I’ll only approach her if I have a good reason… otherwise I’ll just look. Roger insisted, wondering if he was trying to convince himself or his wolf of this plan.

Look and touch?” His inner animal pleaded.

No! No touching, no scent marking, and certainly no kissing… or biting… or licking… arggghh this is useless!

What on earth is happening? Sinclair’s deep and slightly amused voice drowned out Roger’s tortured musings. You look as if you’re short- circuiting. Have you had a stroke? He didn’t need to say more. Roger could feel his left eye twitching, not to mention his hands were trapped in white knuckled fists and his jaw was clenched so tightly his fangs felt as though they might grind each other to dust.

Nothing important. We can talk about it later. Roger gritted out, What do you want me to do?

Oh, I know what this is about. Sinclair smirked, keeping his eyes on the approaching aircraft on the horizon. I meant to tell you, Cora was visibly anxious yesterday when you were late for the welcome event. She kept asking if everyone was there and didn’t calm down until I explained you were back safely.

That is not the kind of information I need right now, Dominic. Roger growled.

Sinclair chuckled, Alright, I’m sorry. Stay here for now. Once the planes are down do me a favor and get eyes on all the refugees coming in. Our men are well trained, but this is James’s operation and they’ve never flown solo before. If everything checks out then catch up with us.

Roger nodded, moving closer to their group, One more thing. Sinclair interjected, raking his cool gaze over their visitors. See if you can’t get close to some of the other Betas. See if you can get a leg up on their packs ‘ needs and strategies, their Alphas’ mindsets.

Oh so I’m a spy now? Roger inquired, not the least bit bothered.

I thought you might enjoy that role. Sinclair replied. And don’t worry I’ll talk you up to Cora if you’re not with us when we get to her section. From what I’ve seen you need as much help as you can get.

Thanks, Roger thought wryly, trying not to think about the information his brother had just shared. Cora’s anxiety was further confirmation of what he already sensed, and he needed to think about how to play this moving forward. Cora was stubborn and skittish for reasons that he both understood, and couldn’t know unless she told him. She was also brilliant and beautiful and stop it… Roger hissed at himself. No distractions right now.

Of course, this became much more difficult once the arriving refugees had all disembarked and Roger joined the delegations on their meet and greets through the camp. He watched the Vanaran Alphas like a hawk, trying to assess their response to the suffering shifters in the camp. Luckily they all seemed very engaged, but Roger couldn’t help thinking about the welcome feast. They had two main hurdles to

overcome – the first was making the Vanarans pledge their allegiance to the cause. The second, and much more challenging task, was dealing with the fallout from the broken secrecy pack. Thus, they already cared about shifters, so seeing the refugees might help forge alliances, but it wouldn’t open their eyes to the bigger picture.

Soon enough they were in the medical tents, and then she was there in front of him – even more stunning than he’d remembered. However, not everyone was so impressed. “You have a human administering medical care? You’ve given her access to Vanaran technologies?” The Silver Dawn Alpha was aghast to find Ella’s sister actually working in this place.

“And why not?” Cora asked, before Sinclair, Ella or Gabriel could reply. “I was already working in shifter medicine back home – at the highest level. My expertise is equal to that of any continental physician, so why shouldn’t I continue practicing here?”

The Storm Forest Alpha shook his head. He hadn’t been thrilled to learn Gabriel had allowed a human over their borders in the first place, and this was clearly a step too far. “Alpha what is the meaning of this?” He asked, the formal address not doing a damn thing to soften his sharp tone. “If Sinclair’s Luna wants to keep a human orphan as a pet that’s one thing but this is proprietary technology, you can’t just-“

That was a mistake. No sooner had the words left his mouth that both Ella and Roger surged forward with steam pouring from their ears, while Cora stood frozen in shock. Only the dual force of two terrifying snarls prevented the situation from coming to blows. Sinclair and Gabriel unleashed their power on the room, and everyone else winced in response.

“That was out of line.” Gabriel growled fiercely. “Do not forget you are a guest here, Kieran. You forget our origins – we are not alike in all ways, but the the Goddess created us equal.’’

“If that were true she wouldn’t have made the humans so weak and backwards.” The Alpha, Kieran argued. Roger scented salt, and was horrified to realize Cora was on the verge of tears.

“I have news for you,” Cora’s soft voice sounded behind them, and Roger was furious to see she was shaking. He moved beside her, and his wolf puffed up with pride when the scent of her fear faded in response to his nearness. “Humans might not be as strong, fast or advanced as shifters, but that doesn’t mean we have no knowledge to contribute. You may think we’re brainless and backwards, but I’ve made scientific discoveries unknown to shifters and published groundbreaking research in top peer- reviewed shifter journals. I have the intelligence and experience to help both of our kinds advance, and your prejudice – your exclusion – only holds you back. However far ahead of us Vanara is now, it would probably have an even larger lead if you considered perspectives and experiences other than your own.”

“Well-said.” The Black Alder Alpha, Callahan praised. “Get your head out of your ass, Kieran.”

Ella was trying to go to her sister, but Sinclair still seemed to fear she might attack the Storm Forest leader. He was probably right too, because her ravishing features were twisted with rage and she was wriggling against him like a fish out of water. Sinclair growled low and deep, combining the sound with a purr, and Ella calmed enough to draw in a few deep breaths.

“You should be ashamed of yourselves.” She finally hissed. “And I don’t only mean you, Alpha Kieran. I know he’s only saying what some of you are too cowardly to speak aloud. We called this summit to generate collective action against a dire threat facing us all. As we already agreed, this war is not only Damon’s, it is not only shifters’, and Vanara can no longer escape the fallout by turning a blind eye the way you have been doing for so many centuries. Change has come and you cannot pretend otherwise. You call yourself Alphas, but you sound like nothing but spoiled pups who don’t want to share their toys. Mark my words, if you keep up these racist, isolationist attitudes, you will destroy the way of life you so love, and cost the world dearly.”

As she spoke, Roger noticed that Ella truly seemed to be glowing. Not in the way pregnant women are supposed to, but in the literal sense, wherein radiant light shimmered around the Luna, as if she was lit up from within. Not only that, but her words carried a weight unlike anything Roger had ever felt – stronger even than Sinclair and Gabriel’s devastating power.

The chastised Alpha’s hung their heads and shuffled their feet, but a few looked as confused as Roger felt. They exchanged curious glances, but Sinclair only kissed his mate’s soft cheek, and guided the group forward.

As the others moved on, Roger stayed behind with Cora. He didn’t bother getting permission from Dominic, because not even an order from his Alpha could tear him away from her right now. “You were brilliant.” He murmured gently. “Are you okay?” “No.” Cora wouldn’t look at him, “I’m not.”