“Well I’m glad you didn’t.” Ella replies firmly. “We don’t need to be inviting more trouble to our doorstep.” “Oh I agree.” I muse, laughter obvious in my voice as I move my hand to her belly. “My hands are plenty full with you and this little one.” “Our baby is not trouble.” Ella objects, narrowi

“But you can still hope.” I suggest, letting a note of menace bleed into my voice. “Dominic, I’m done battling with my own family. From the sounds of it, we’re going to need each other in the months ahead… if there’s to be a war – we can’t be divided.” He grimaces, though I note he didn’t really an

That’s not fair. I answer, beyond frustrated. Those are more hormones talking, not logic. Sure, sure. She snips. Blame the baby. I pat my tummy. “I don’t blame you.” I tell my growing pup, “I do, however, blame my body.” The baby flutters and kicks against my hand, as if he’s telling me he under

“You didn’t really think that you could just walk out on me and I’d stay the same, did you? Did you expect me to wallow like a heartsick pup when I have a pack to lead and the fate of the entire fucking realm is on my shoulders? Did you really believe I’d stay here pining for you, and you would be a

“You slapped Dominic Sinclair?” Cora gapes. “He was annoying me!” I defend hotly. “He kept saying I should stay home and rest but I wasn’t about to let that foul prince win.” “So let me get this straight…” Cora begins, clearly struggling to wrap her mind about this. “You were in shock, being obsti