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Chapter 903
Sinclair I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside. “So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious. “What?
Chapter 904
Not only would this be strategically and financially profitable for Atalaxia, but it would be an ideological coup as well. A lot of powerful men in that nation have some truly awful ideas about gender and humanity; they would see it as a very personal victory to come to our nation and teach our wome
Chapter 905
Ella I jump almost out of my skin when Sinclair bangs through our bedroom door. I spin with the baby in my arms, my eyes wide. Sinclair’s clearly all worked up as he slams the door behind him, his eyes instantly fixed on me, looking me up and down. “Why are you dressed like that?” he asks, his
Chapter 906
“I’m going to scent mark you,” he says as I start to walk slowly over to him. “What?” I say again, though I don’t stop moving, wanting to be in his arms as he shrugs off his suit jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Dominic, you haven’t had to scent mark me in months – I’m your mate – I alrea
Chapter 907
Cora I blow lightly on my cup of tea, doing my best to cool it and concentrate on the book that’s open in my lap. But even as I try, my eyes continually drift to the picture window in front of me that overlooks the front of our property, including the driveway where Roger’s going to pull in any mi
Chapter 908
Then I turn on the fire because I want the warmth and a little light to see by, but otherwise shut off all the lights and climb into bed, waiting, idly stroking my stomach. I watch my mate as he comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, his face serious and his eyes far-off, thinking through
Chapter 909
Ella Conner opens my car door and gives an odd little bow as I get out of it. “What on earth was that?” I ask, grinning at him. Conner, to his credit, blushes a little as he gives me a shrug. “I don’t know, you’re a Queen now. Aren’t I supposed to bow?” I wrinkle my nose at him. “I have no
Chapter 910
And then I stop, and burst into laughter, because Calvin chokes a little on his wine and turns beet red. “Seriously?” I say, leaning forward, unable to stop my grin. “Is that – should I not have said that? Is that embarrassing for you?” He clears his throat and looks down at the table, embarrass
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