#Chapter 133- Ella gets angry

Ella

“I’m in the Royal Palace.” I finally burst out. “The third floor, my windows look out over the southern gate… it’s a corner suite.”

At once the crushing weight of his orders dissipate, and I’m left a puddle in his arms.

“Good girl.” Sinclair praises me, and I feel positively sick to my stomach. “It’s all going to be okay.”

I can’t stop crying. I’m beating my fists against Sinclair’s chest, angrier than I can ever remember being with him. “ How could you, how could you?” I moan, my entire body shaking with the force of my weeping.

“I’m sorry, Ella.” He lets me attack him and never moves to defend himself, only holding me steady as I vent my feelings onto him. “When this is all over, I promise I’ll make it up to you, but I stand by what I said. You’re done hurting yourself for the sake of others.”

“But the world needs you! Not me!” I explode, finding it more and more difficult to take in air. “And what do you think they’ll do to me if you die? How is that going to help anything?”

“I need you, Ella.” Sinclair argues, “I need you as my mate, as the mother of my pups– my Luna. I’m not going to die, Ella.” Sinclair promises. “And neither are you. We’re not going to let him win, sweetheart.”

‘You don’t know that!” I combat, heaving in another sob. “I will never forgive you for this, Dominic. Not for as long as I live.”

‘The point is that you will live, trouble.” He murmurs, his lips against my temple. ”

That’s what matters most. I’d rather you hate me and live, than love me and die – and for that, I won’t apologize.”

“Well I do hate you!” I try to say, but it sounds about as fierce as a wounded butterfly.

inquires, a teasing note

some point. Now I’m clinging to him the same way I had been when he first arrived in my dream, and part of me wishes we could never leave this

his chest. “We can work with the Palace, Ella. There are passages in and out of the building intended for Royal emergencies. There’s a chance

supposed to tell each other if we’re able to find one?” I sniffle, more confused than anything else. “It was hard enough to fall asleep the first time – I’m in

repeats, a note of

I defend hotly, knowing he probably can’t understand the logic of my swirling hormones and trauma. ‘The point is that I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to fall asleep again, and neither of us has any time to waste. You

much,” Sinclair muses aloud. “The safest option for everyone would be if you can find a passageway. Often the royal family are the

my tears

telling me the truth has its benefits.” Sinclair states, only slightly smug. The worst part is that he’s right. I

you know all

father was almost King once, and we keep very close ties with the pack elders. Besides, the royal family and the Moon Valley Alpha are supposed to function as each other’s backup in times of emergency – we know the protocols for evacuation and everything else in case the worst happens, even if

I ask nervously, knowing it

before that’s necessary. If you

what off?” I fret, blinking up at him with wide

that the

doesn’t then we’ll do this the old fashioned way and go over the walls. If you find a passage then

then won’t you know that I managed to get out?” I object, trying to follow his

and see the room in that state, we’ll know we’re in the right place but we need to retreat. Is there anything else distinctive about your room?

walls are green.” I share, “and there are yellow

if you can try to leave some sort of clue about where the passage was – so we

can be so calm about all this. Our very lives are on the line, but Sinclair is the cool and collected

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