LOGINHe shakes his head at me as tears fill his own eyes and he leans forward, pulling me against him while somehow miraculously managing not to crush our children between us as he holds me tight in his arms. “So, I guess it wouldn’t matter,” he murmurs against my hair as I sniff back my tears and nod.
“Even more than the kids!?” I gasp, my mouth falling open a bit. “I mean, the kids,” he says, shrugging as if they’re not much, which makes me laugh. But then he goes a little rigid as he realizes something, raising his eyes to glare at me a bit. “Wait, are you saying you like the kids more than m
Ella “Nope,” Sinclair says, heaving himself out of bed and grabbing his phone off the bedside table as he does. “I can’t live like this, Ella – I’m calling Roger, I’ve got to know –“ “Dominic!” I say, laughing and grabbing for him, trying to catch the edge of his pajamas and failing because I’v
She laughs and I look first at Sinclair, who shrugs, and then back at my sister. “Come on,” Roger says, nodding at the crowds of people waiting to congratulate us and at the small table of refreshments. “Let’s decide this over some champagne.” Sinclair nods at me and I sigh, moving with my famil
The last image, though, lingers. Ariel, with Rafe and Jesse on either side – as they always are – and her two mates behind her. All standing together on a battlefield with Ariel at the center, magic welling between her hands and passing to her brother, to her cousin. Their faces are serious as t
Cora The images of Ariel’s future come in quick flashes, and somehow I get the impression that the Goddess is eager to share these glimpses of her life. The ones that come first are what I sort of expected, especially after seeing some images of Rafe’s childhood and hearing about the ones that
Ella “Sometimes it amazes me that I can even be with you this way.” I tell Sinclair, nuzzling his shoulder. We’re still in his bed, and I’m not fully recovered from our conversation yet. I’m beginning to think a hypnotist might truly be necessary in order to open the doors to my past, but for right
Ella When Sinclair and Hugo finally leave for the pack headquarters, Henry and I move into our favorite sitting room, returning to the puzzle we began solving together earlier this week. Seated across from the older wolf, I pretend to scan the scattered puzzle pieces for matches, while really snea
Seriously? I demand. You brazen little – Hey, don’t slut shame me. She answers indignantly. There’s nothing wrong with knowing what you want and going after it. Excuse me, but do you actually know what you want? I silently scoff. One moment you’re provoking him and the next you’re writhing around
“Because I thought it was in the past, and that it would only hurt you.” Sinclair frowns, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a rogue tear. “But now that we know the truth… it suggests that something much bigger is going on here, Ella. I think your parents must have been trying to hide you for s







