Ella
I’m holding my breath for the second time this evening, though this time it isn’t to save myself from any
bad smells or illness. Now I’m waiting to see if Sinclair will be honest with me about his ex-wife, or if
he’ll let me down again with another lie. In truth I’m expecting him to disappoint me, though I don’t
believe he has bad intentions. On the contrary, I think he’s much too determined to protect me – but
he’s very mistaken if he thinks keeping me in the dark is going to make me safer. If anything it will put
me more at risk. I don’t want to be blindsided again, and after what happened with Mike I feel
especially sensitive about dishonesty – however well intentioned.
He sighs, and drops his hands from my face. His green eyes bore into me, and a muscle flutters in his
cheek, betraying his agitation over the evening’s events. “Roger wasn’t entirely wrong. Lydia is back
because she wants us to try again.”
For a moment I’m so surprised he actually admitted this that I can’t speak. At the same time, my heart
sinks and swells. It hurts me to know this information, but I’m touched and impressed that Sinclair
confided in me. He really does seem to be trying to do better and communicate more, and I appreciate
it immensely. As I work through my conflicting feelings I gradually wrap my mind around his words. “Try
again.” I repeat. “For a baby, or as mates?”
“Both.” Sinclair answers simply, shaking his head. “But it’s not going to happen.”
I blink, “Why not?”
“There’s a reason I didn’t go after Lydia when she left.” Sinclair growls, a dark look overtaking his
features. “She might have walked out, but our marriage was over for a long time by then.”
“But I thought…” I trail off, remembering Sinclair and Roger’s conflicting statements about mates.
Roger made it sound like fated couples shared a love deeper than any ocean and no chosen bond
could ever compete, but Sinclair described things differently. He said that he and Lydia hadn’t been
good for one another, that some chosen couples were happier than fated ones. “You’re fated,” I finally
continue, wondering if I’m asking this because I believe it, or because I’m afraid of the possibility. “Don’t
you love her?”
The corner of his mouth twitches up into a sad smile, and for a moment I can imagine the boy he once
was. I can imagine a young Sinclair diving headfirst into love without any fear at all – driven by his
strength and innate confidence. Now he looks as though he learned his lesson the hard way, and
though some bitterness remains, there’s also acceptance.
“Sometimes I think the Goddess fates some couples because they have to go through the experience
in order to become the person they’re destined to be, not because she intends them to stay together
forever, or even that they’re well suited to each other.” Sinclair explains thoughtfully. “Sometimes they
might be sent to test a chosen couple’s bond, or even to break your heart. There’s always a larger plan,
though it’s hard to accept that the painful parts of life serve any purpose other than tormenting you.”
“I actually think that’s a comforting idea.” I reply, thinking of my own relationships. “I’ve never believed
in fate or destiny before… but I’d much rather think that I spent all those years with Mike for a reason I
don’t yet understand, than believe it was all just a waste – that it was all for nothing.”
Sinclair does smile now, pressing his hand to my belly. “That’s right. If it wasn’t for him, you never
would have conceived this baby.” His eyes sparkle with mischief, and his grin turns positively canine.
“Though I’d still like to let my wolf have a go at him.”
“You didn’t answer me, you know.” I point out, covering his hand with my own and wishing I could feel
our child’s emotions the way Sinclair does. “You didn’t say whether you still love Lydia.”
Sinclair makes a low rumbling sound, “I don’t want to talk about Lydia anymore. I just want to be here
with you and this little one.”
I pull my hand away, sensing I’ve crossed a line. It worries me that he won’t answer me, but I prefer his
silence over untruths or empty platitudes. Besides, he told me he wasn’t going to get back together with
Lydia, and I don’t feel confident enough with him to press my luck on the matter. I know the look of a
man who’s said all he’s going to say on a subject, and if I keep pushing he’ll just double down. There
will be time to talk about her more in the future.
Sinclair, meanwhile, is gazing at all the bedding piled around my body. “It’s only eight o’clock.” He
reminds me, his brow wrinkling with concern when he realizes I’m still wearing my feast dress. “Were
you too exhausted to change?”
I flush. “No, I was just really cold after the festival. I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes.”
He tsks, grazing his knuckles over my cheek. “Poor baby, do you feel better now?”
“I did,” I answer, tilting my chin up and shooting him an accusing stare. “Until you came and untucked
me.”
His wolfish smile is back, the one that makes me feel like I need to lock myself behind a closed door
before he huffs and puffs and blows my house down to devour me. Suddenly the goosebumps covering
my arms have nothing to do with the cold air, and everything to do with the predator in front of me.
“Then let’s warm you up.” Sinclair purrs, just before he pounces.
I squeak and cry out as he joins me beneath the covers, and though I’m not sure why, I immediately try
to wriggle away. I know he just plans on snuggling with me, but the little voice in my head pushes me to
give chase, and my human instincts don’t need any encouragement to run from the big bad wolf. Of
course Sinclair catches me easily, tickling and playfully wrestling until I’m giggling uncontrollably.
I barely notice when he strips off my dress, and I don’t complain when he removes his own clothes
either. Soon we’re both in our underwear, and my entire body is surrounded by Sinclair on all sides.
The blankets are over our heads, and all I can see is the dim glow of his green eyes. “I thought the idea
was to warm up.” I say, laughter still filling my voice.
“Body heat needs skin to skin contact to work.” He smirks – I can’t see it, but I hear it in his voice as
clear as a bell. “Don’t they teach you humans anything in school?”
“I dunno,” I muse suspiciously. “I think you just like having me naked. I think maybe I should go climb
into a nice hot bath instead of letting you take advantage this way.”
Sinclair makes a low grumbly sound that sends delicious shivers down my spine. “First of all, you aren’t
naked, not yet anyway.” He counters, his words a sultry promise. “Second, baths are dangerous
business, I think you might need supervision.”
“Dangerous?” I scoff, still giggling.
“Mmm,” He confirms gravely. “Slips and falls, drowning, bath snakes – you definitely need a lifeguard.”
My cheeks hurt from smiling, but I can’t seem to stop. “Did you say bath snakes?”
“Oh yes, we get whole infestations in these parts, they’re terribly venomous.” Sinclair replies, still
sounding very somber and serious.
I love this playful side of him, even though this is all starting to get a bit too close to the romantic
territory I’m desperately trying to avoid entering. The only reason I can handle this is because it’s dark
and he’s behaving himself. If I have to see him undressed – feel the heat of his gaze on my own body
or goddess forbid if he decides to help me wash and starts touching me – I’ll be a goner. The idea is
incredibly enticing, but I have to stay strong, I can’t fall for this man.
A spark of inspiration strikes me then, “But if you’re playing lifeguard, who’s going to feed me dinner.
You know I left the feast without eating?”
Sinclair stills, and I can tell my words did the trick. He might be enjoying flirting, but I know his instincts
won’t allow him to let me go unfed. I’ve learned that he considers it his duty as an alpha and the father
of my child to make sure the baby and I have enough to eat, and the only way I ever get away with
skipping a meal is if I’m sick. “And I lost my afternoon snack at the feast.” I remind him.
Sinclair growls, “You’re a clever little minx, you know that?”
“You’ve mentioned it once or twice.” I murmur, wondering if he can see my blush.
“Alright, you go have your bath.” He sighs, his wonderful heat leaving me as he untangles our bodies
and rises from the bed. “When you’re warm and clean I’ll have dinner waiting, just be careful.” He drops
a kiss to my temple and strides out of the room. “Watch out for snakes.”
Once he’s gone I flop down on the bed and exhale deeply. “I am in so much trouble.”
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