Sinclair
Ella is squirming beneath my towering form, and I can sense her wolf’s conflicted feelings. She’s pleased with herself for distracting me from my brooding thoughts, while also anxious about my intentions and excited by my dominance. She’s giving off waves of defiance and desire at once, and since the mischievous little wolf hasn’t yet learned how to censor the thoughts and feelings she sends to me, I suddenly hear her sweet voice in my head. Bossy Alpha. Trying to tell us what to do, as if it’s his choice and not ours.
Oh but it is my choice, mate. I reply, and Ella’s eyes go wide with shock, then accusation when she realizes what happened. You belong to me, and that means I get to decide whether or not you throw your precious life away for someone else.
You shouldn’t be liste
