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
Cora When I wake up it’s almost eight at night and I groan, realizing that my sleep schedule is completely wrecked. I’m reminded, suddenly, of my years as a medical resident when this sort of thing was normal – sleeping all day, taking night shifts, living moment to moment rather than a steady, sch
It was, apparently, a busy day with some tricky cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his strong, capable hands - And I feel something twist in my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes me