Ella My guests surprise me by staying almost until noon. Well, at least, some of them – mostly those who started hitting the mimosas hard when we got back to the house and then moved to whiskey. After the baby wakes up and has a little lunch, I come yawning back into the front of the house, where
“Ella,” Cora says, taking me by the shoulders and giving me a little shake, though I can see a blush on her cheeks. “Let it go.” “Fine,” I lie, still frowning at her. Cora sighs and shakes her head. “I’m tired, Ella,” she says, looking towards the door and then back at me. “I’m going home, but I d
Sinclair I know it’s a little perverse, but, as I look down at my furious little spitfire mate, glaring angrily between my brother and I who outweigh her by three or four times… God damn it, but I get a little hard. She’s just so passionate, and when she’s all worked up like this all I want to do
“No,” I disagree softly, evenly. “I didn’t take his side – I just asked you to stop, because we had other guests, and I didn’t want to make Roger and Cora’s business everyone’s business.” “Is that what you’re saying I was doing?” Ella asks, getting steamed again. She opens her mouth to say more, bu
Ella I sigh and spreads my body out against Sinclair’s, tracing the lines of his body beneath his clothes. I close my eyes, relaxing, letting myself feel the warmth of him, basking in the joy of having him safe and healthy and near, of the knowledge that our baby boy is asleep on the other side of
“Sinclair,” I call, holding the baby monitor tightly between my hands. “Why –“ “Precautions,” he responds, concentrating on the note. Then, he carefully places it on the butcher block and grabs a knife, moving his body away as far as he can as he begins to carefully slice the sticky seal holding th
Ella Sinclair whips his face up to mine, relief in every line of it. “It’s fine,” he says, his body shaking with his unused adrenaline, “he’s…he’s here…he’s still asleep…” A sob breaks from my throat as I press my eyes closed and sink to the floor, still clutching the door frame, unable to stop th
They’ve taken on the wrong people. My child is the most precious thing to me in this world. My mate is the most powerful Alpha in the world, perhaps that’s ever been born. And me? Well. Let’s just say they’d better be prepared to face the wrath of a goddess, if they ever want to take what’s mine