Ella

Tears are streaming down Sinclair’s face as he relives his Mother’s death, and I’m

doing my best not to burst into outright sobs. My heart aches for the little boy he once

was, and for the burden he obviously still carries today. Hearing this story, I

understand that his last conversation with his mother had truly stayed with him over

the years, shaping him into the man before me now.

“Afterwards, I leaned that she’d gotten Roger out of the house only to realize that I

wasn’t there.”

Sinclair Continues, wiping his eyes. “She ran back in to get me, even though the

guards tried to stop her.” Sinclair relates, “So you see, that’s why Roger always

blamed me… he wasn’t wrong. If I’d listened to her the first time, if I’d gone outside

when she told me to, she would still be alive now.”

“But Pancake wouldn’t.” I remind him thickly.

The corners of his mouth quirk up, “It was almost thirty years ago, baby. Pancake is

long gone.”

“You know what I mean” I chide him. “And your mother understood because you were

doing exactly what she was trying to teach you – to protect those more vulnerable

than yourself.”

“I know.” He confesses. “I spent years in therapy,

Just trying to come to terms with the fact that it was her choice. I was a child and

couldn’t have understood the danger, and she didn’t have to come after me.”

“But she was your mother, it wasn’t even a question for her.” I murmur, twining my

limbs with his so he can feel my solid weight in his arms. “She wanted you to live

much more than she cared about her own survival.”

He nods wordlessly, his eyes still distant, as if he hasn’t truly returned to the present.

“I understand that, but sometimes I still think that if it wasn’t for me, she never would

have needed to make a choice in the first place. My decision that day took her from

Dad and Roger and the pack.”

“Did you ever find out how the fire started?” I ask softly, running my fingers through

the dark, thick locks of his hair.

“In the weeks after the fire, it became clear that it was arson.” Sinclair explains

was away on pack business, and it was well known

able to

the throne then, and my

next in line. All the politics that

under way back then.”

King – the current one, I mean?” I

his emotions less potent now that we’ve moved on to politics.

with being the biggest and baddest wolf around is that

is that you’re so hard to kill and

on directly, that they go

be as effective as killing you, but Alphas who lose

pups rarely recover fully.”

pauses to nuzzle my neck and caress my belly, as if

have been anyone, but I actually think Xavier

– my

to rule, but it was clear he would be soon. Xavier didn’t

he still had a lot of time left to try and make them, I think the

My father was too strong and too

arson then it wasn’t your decision that took your

It wasn’t some tragic accident,

guilt still dominating

don’t have to

a long time

I insist, near tears

back far enough to look into his emerald

it came down to me or Rafe, I would choose him every

to think that my sacrifice wasn’t worth it,

himself”

his chin, stroking my spine. “It’s okay, little wolf.

know.”

comforting me! I’m supposed to be comforting you.” I complain. Trying

failing to wriggle free.

rat. “It comforts me

tactics. “Do you have any

today?” I ask him softly, hoping to help ease

speaking with complete honestly. “You became exactly the man she

lost sight of what matters most, even when the whole world

You lead with love instead of

strength with cruelty.”

me.”

not.” I bite back. “Do you remember when we first met, and you

a scheming gold digger?”

that would have made my mother

realized you were wrong, you owned up to your mistake.” I

hurting, your

it. I remember being so shocked,

held me more gently

my entire

vibrates beneath my hands. “You make me sound like my father,

him. He could go from being

of an

you could see yourself the way

not just trying to pump up your ego –

because it’s already big enough.” I quip, yelping when Sinclair pinches my

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