GLORIA'S POV We donât spend very long in the bath.As soon as Iâm fed and clean, Sinclair takes me to my nest and lays me out like his own personal feast, and he wastes no time in ravishing me.Iâve never been frightened of Sinclair. Not at his wildest or grouchiest, not even when heâs on the warpath against others, or assailing me with the full force of his magic. If anything, itâs been an incredible turn on to know that I can call such a powerful man my own, that Iâm the sole soft spot in his impenetrable armor.But when he makes love to me now, I feel afraid. Not for myself â never that â but for the feral energy I can sense swirling through his body. His wolf is in full control and heâs near rabid with desire â ruthless in his affection. He isnât gentle, nor would I ask him to be. I love his rough passion and savage intensity: the way he makes me feel as if Iâm the only woman in the world and heâll die if he doesnât have me this instant; the way he drives into me with reckless ab
GLORIA âFour broken ribs.â The doctor assesses grimly, âand with all the exercise youâve done since the initial brakes, they havenât been able to set or heal. I have an injection I can give you to fuse the bones quickly, but itâs painful, and we still need to set them first.ââWhat about his other injuries?â Henry inquires anxiously, seated on the other side of me.âIâll do a scan to assess the exact placement of his ribs, and I can extend it to the rest of his abdomen to rule out internal injuries. I donât see anything else of concern.â The doctor shares with much more optimism.âHeâs got a good size lump on the back of his head.â I inform the physician, still running my hands through Damianâs hair.âThen you two will match.â V interjects, reminding us all of the way I headbutted his chin in my attempts to reach Damian. âWhen youâre done with him, you ought to check her for a concussion.ââI hardly think thatâs necessary.â I complain, reaching back to see if the area is tender, then
AUTHOR POV As soon as Damian left Luca and Dr Lucy alone, the human turned towards the door, determined to flee. Theyâd talked about the mating ceremony for the better part of an hour, but as soon as they finished making their plans, Dr Lucy made a break for it.Before her hand could touch the door knob however, Lucaâs voice stopped her in her tracks. âOh so youâre back to ignoring me, are you?âDr Lucy stiffened, turning back to the newly-minted Beta. âYou got my sympathy when your brother was dead, but now that we know Dominic is alive, I donât see any reason to pretend.â She answered with a shrug, trying to push away the memory of having the huge wolfâs arms around her. Of course, that was much easier said than done â her mind was already carrying her back to that emotional night, and it was nearly impossible to forget the way her heart had raced when he touched her.Lucaâs tears gradually slowed as Dr Lucy held him, breathing in her delicate scent and letting her gentle touch tam
GLORIA'S POV When I wake Iâm in my nest, hooked up to about a dozen machines and wracking my brains for some explanation of how I got here. Of course⌠the moment my memory kicks in, I wish it hadnât. My wolf howls in my head, but I shut out the tumultuous emotions threatening to consume me. It might not be healthy, but if thereâs one thing Iâm good at â itâs repressing feelings.I clench my eyes shut. âItâs not real, itâs not real.â I insist to the empty room, reflexively tracing the outline of my womb. âAre you alright, little one?â I squeak, wondering if my pain is about to multiply by a million.The baby flutters and sends feelings of sleepy confusion through our bond, and the tightness in my heart eases a bit. Heâs okay. I tell my whining wolf, but we both know sheâs not just worried for the babyâs sake.Theyâre both okay. My wolf assures me, sounding surprisingly confident for all her nervous whimpering. I donât care what anyone says. We would feel it if he was gone. I would fe
DAMIAN'S POV âWhere are you now?â Gloria asks, her beautiful face looking up at me from my phone screen.âWeâre headed to the Storm Forest pack, but weâve got quite a few hours on the road before we get there.â I sigh, wishing we hadnât needed Gabrielâs planes for the refugees, so that we might have flown these long distances.âStorm Forest.â Gloria murmurs, her eyes lighting up, âDoes that mean youâre going to get to see some trees at last?âChuckling, I turn my phone towards the window, so she can see the rolling salt flats flying by in the distance. âNo, unfortunately they chose their name to honor the ancestral lands they left before coming to the hidden territories. Iâm afraid that the only trees here are the ones planted in Gabrielâs gardens.âGloriaâs face falls, and her lips form an adorable pout, just begging to be kissed. âI donât know how they can stand it.ââMy poor little forest wolf.â I purr in sympathy, âour dream forest isnât enough, is it?âShe shakes her head. âItâs
GLORIA'S POV After shopping with Lena and napping away the afternoon with the pups in the nursery, I find my way to Edwardâs rooms. The guards told me he just returned from the refugee camp, but when he opens the door for me heâs all smiles. I give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and he welcomes me in. âYou wouldnât happen to be in the mood for an afternoon snack, would you?â He inquires knowingly. âBecause personally Iâm starving.âIâm fairly certain this is a plot to make sure Iâm feeding myself well, but my stomach growls loudly as I find a seat on the couch. Still, I try to sound demure as I shrug, âI could eat.âEdward laughs before calling down to the kitchens and ordering a small feast. As we eat he tells me all about his day at the refugee camp and I, in turn, share my frustration with my sudden celebrity and Lenaâs news about Roger. He can only shake his head. âThat boy has made some bad choices in his life, but Iâve been very proud of him these last few months. I never t