I’m still caught up in my thoughts when I feel calloused fingers stroke my cheek, drawing my attention up to Sinclair. “Has no one ever cared for you enough to set limits?” He asks, searching my face. In the wrong tone it might have sounded like a cruel reminder, but he speaks with true sympathy. “

Ella For a moment I don’t know how to answer the strange woman. Am I ready to begin learning how to be a queen? Is anyone ever? That’s the kind of job that takes a lifetime of preparation, and I still don’t even recognize half the words these people are using. “Am I supposed to know what a beta is

Well this is new information. “The goddess?” “The moon goddess, she rules over all creatures.” Aileen informs me, as if this should be common sense. “Why haven’t I ever heard of her?” I ask, holding my hands to my head in confusion. “Humans are more distant from the divine. You don’t know about h

Ella “What!” I exclaim, unable to wrap my head around this idea. “But I’m not ready!” “You will be.” He promises. “Aileen will keep working with you tomorrow, and then we’ll go shopping so you can look the part. It’s only a meal, no one is going to be quizzing you on werewolf politics.” “I don’t

I say as much to Sinclair, but he only smiles at me. How has our relationship changed so quickly? A couple of days ago he only glared at me, now he always seems to look at me fondly. “Did you find nothing about my finances when you were snooping?” “Research is not snooping.” I answer tritely. Howev

Ella The stranger looks a lot like Sinclair, and the word “brother” strikes my interest. If they’re siblings, why is Sinclair looking at him so harshly? They don’t seem friendly at all. “This is Ella.” Sinclair announces, sliding his arm around my waist. “My future mate, and the mother of my pup.”

Part of me wants to run after Roger and kick him right in the behind, I can’t believe what just happened. I don’t blame Sinclair either, I don’t think his aggression had anything to do with being unmated, I think it was because he feels so protective of his pup, and by extension – me. Besides, his b

Some of my confidence has waned on the ride home. Sinclair has been so mysterious about this scent marking business, and I don’t like the way he keeps looking at me – as if I’m some prey to be devoured. There’s still so much I don’t understand about this word, like how carrying his child can make m

When we arrive at an incredible palace, I can’t keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful estate.” “This is where our pup will be raised if my campaign is successful.” He shares, “The King’s Palace.” “Why is the current King stepping down?” I ask as we climb the mar

Ella Where is Sinclair? I think nervously, scanning the room. He promised he wouldn’t leave my side. Why did I ever let myself get separated from him. The crowd around me is still bombarding me with questions, and though I think I’m putting up a good front, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. My pul