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

business, and it

able to prove

King Xavier was on the

All the politics that are playing out today

under way back then.”

the King –

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

and baddest wolf around is that it

your back. And the worse thing is that you’re

directly, that they go after your family instead.”

as effective as killing you, but Alphas who

pups rarely recover fully.”

nuzzle my neck and caress

and I are safe. “It could have been anyone, but

the current king – my father

it was clear he would be soon. Xavier didn’t

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

wall. My father was too strong

if it was arson then it wasn’t your decision that took your

wasn’t some tragic accident, it was

hating the guilt still dominating my mate’s

“You don’t have

long

nothing to forgive.” I insist, near tears

far enough to look into his emerald eyes. “I can tell you

would choose him every time – even tiny

to think that my sacrifice wasn’t

himself”

under his chin, stroking my spine. “It’s

know.”

be comforting you.” I complain.

failing to wriggle free.

are.” Sinclair lies – the rat. “It comforts me just holding you this

to change tactics. “Do you have

could see you today?” I ask him softly,

complete honestly. “You became exactly the man she

lost sight of what matters most, even when the whole

love instead of fear, and you don’t

strength with cruelty.”

me.”

remember when

a scheming gold digger?”

I’m sure that would have made my mother very

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

when you saw I was hurting, your first instinct was

remember being so shocked, because here

predator – and you held me more gently and with more

in my

beneath my hands. “You make

used to think of him. He could go from being a grizzly to a

of

I confirm. “I wish you could see yourself the way I

I’m not just trying to pump up

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

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