#Chapter 227 - Stress
Ella
After the meeting ends and Sinclair and I are safely ensconced in the privacy of our bedroom, I start to
change out of my dress. No sooner is the delicate fabric pooled around my feet than my mate sidles up
behind me, sliding his arms around my bare waist. "I can't decide what made me prouder." He rumbles
in my ear, "Watching you put all those Alphas in their place about the humans, or seeing you go after
James that way."
I lean back against him with a contented sigh, turning my head so I can rest my cheek against his hard
pec. "I don’t appreciate people criticizing you, when all you’ve ever done is serve and sacrifice for your
people."
He purrs, dropping his lips to the curve of my neck, "Leaders who can’t receive and accept criticism
aren't worth a damn, little wolf."
"I don’t care." I sniff, resting my hands over his where they rest on my belly. The baby is sleeping, but
his heartbeat is strong and steady. "You don't deserve to be treated that way."
He chuckles, ‘Your wolf is really riled up, isn't she?"
"Can you blame her?" I respond tartly. "After you've been gone for so long and then all of these cold-
hearted alphas and the attacks? It would push anyone to the brink."
Sinclair kisses his way down my shoulder while his wolf tries to appease my cranky canine in our
shared mental space, lavishing her with nuzzles and kisses. "Such a feisty mate." He praises, "Your
spirit has always been one of my favorite things about you, but it's not good for the baby for you to get
so worked up. I can’t have you avenging my honor if it means putting stress on your body and the
baby.”
"Well I don't want to stress Rafe either." I answer, feeling my mood swing abruptly, leaving me guilty
and dejected. Tears well in my eyes and I stomp my foot in frustration, annoyed that I'm crying yet
again and hating the Alphas and James for provoking my wolf. "It's their fault, Damon and James and
every one of those pack leaders who don't give a damn about anyone but shifters. If they weren't such
assholes I wouldn't be in this position."
"I wasn’t blaming you, baby.” Sinclair croons, a steady purr vibrating against my back, "I know you can't
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”1 feel so raw.” I confess, wishing I could hug him properly - without my baby bump getting in the way.
"I can’t decide if I want to keep our pup safe inside me forever, or get him out so that my weakness
won’t be a threat to him anymore."
Sinclair goes very still, and then I’m being turned, his strong hands guiding my body to mirror his. He
takes my face in his huge hands, and I gnaw on my lower lip, not wanting to look him in the eye. I don’t
think I can bare to see his disappointment right now. "Look at me, little wolf." He instructs firmly, and my
gaze jumps up reflexively - even if it is blurred with tears. " Now listen to me very carefully." Sinclair
continues, gentle but stern. "You are not weak. You are making a miracle in the middle of the
apocalypse."
I sniffle pitifully, and his purrs renew. "You need to give yourself a bit of grace, sweetheart. I know that’s
easier said than done, but I won’t accept that kind of talk." Sinclair declares fiercely, his deep voice full
of emotion." You are amazing. You are the strongest wolf I've ever met and this pup is so lucky to have
you for a mother. Not to mention that I’m the luckiest man in the world to be able to call you my mate."
"But I can’t even keep our baby safe and he’s not even born yet.” I counter, feeling myself begin to
spiral despite his love and reassurance. Once again I’m caught in a current of emotion I can’t control or
escape, "And you can’t focus on the war because I can’t cope on my own and you're always comforting
or worrying about me." i
Sinclair's purr roughens, and he unleashes his enormous power, letting it wash over me. "Our baby is
going to be just fine -"
"You don't know that." I argue, piping up before he can get another word in.
"Maybe not, but you'd better believe I’m going to do everything in my power to guarantee it." He
proclaims. "And If youthink I could cope without you, you're out of your beautiful mind."
‘You made it this far without me." I remind him petulantly.
"So did you." Sinclair answers. "We got through our struggles independently, because we didn’t have
another choice. We didn’t know what the future would hold, and we survived so we could discover it
one day. But we have each other now - so why would we ever try to go it alone? Having a support
system only makes you more resilient,
sweetheart. It's not something to be ashamed of." His lips caress my salty- streaked cheeks, kissing
away my tears. "Would you ever be this hard on me or Cora, for letting you help us? Would you ever
hold your worries for our safety against us?"
At last the combination of his tender touch, soothing sounds, steadying power and wise words take
hold, and I feel the tension drain out of my body. I shake my head, my voice thick as I utter, "No."
"Of course not." Sinclair murmurs, offering me a soft smile. "Now, on a scale of one to ten how
exhausted are you?"
"Why?" I question suspsiciously, recalling his sultry warnings when my wolf was flirting so outrageously
before the meeting.
"Well, I thought we could have some fun.” He shrugs, a devious glint in his green eyes. "After I teach
your mischievous wolf what happens when she tries to arouse me in public."
"In that case, I’m much too tired." I lie, even as heat pools low in my belly. Sinclair chuckles and shakes
his head, flashing his sharp fangs in promise." Nice try, baby. Have you forgotten I can sense your
feelings?"
'Then why did you ask?" I exclaim indignantly.
“I thought I'd give you a chance to be good, but I should have know that was a lost cause." He teases,
pulling me in for a kiss. I start to protest but he silences me with his lips and tongue, and suddenly I
can't remember why I was so outraged a moment ago. Everything else disappears, and I melt into my
mate's arms, my heart pounding with excitement.
3rd Person
The nursery was dark by the time James made it downstairs, the pups all sleeping safely in their beds
and cribs. He could hear Isabel's heart beating slow and steady through her door, a clear sign that she
was already asleep. He wanted to see her so badly it hurt, and though he’d made his intentions about
her very clear, their relationship hadn't advanced to the point where he could walk into her room and
climb into bed with her.
Naturally, Sadie was also confined in Isabel’s room, and as much as James enjoyed seeing the other
pups, it wasn’t the same as holding his newly bonded daughter. He was sorely tempted to barge into
the room anyway - he was dead on his feet and on the verge of a mental breakdown. He hadn’t ever
been so stressed in his life, and the only thing that could ease his troubles were the she-wolves on the
other side of that door. James needed to see them, to hold them and be comforted by the fact that at
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However as he pictured their serene faces poised in sleep, he knew he couldn't disturb them. Instead
James sunk onto the floor, deciding that listening to their sleepy sighs and gentle breathing would have
to be enough. As if he'd willed it, Isabel's heartbeat suddenly jumped and sped up as a light flicked on
under the door. James' spirits soared as the door swung open a minute later, and Isabel appeared.
"What are you doing?" She yawned, framed in the amber light of her doorway and dressed in a long
silk night dress, her auburn hair loose and disheveled around her lovely face. James' heart stopped
and started again, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
"I didn’t want to disturb you.” He stated honestly, not able to put the rest of his feelings into words.
Isabel crossed her arms over her chest. "Did you really think my wolf wouldn't sense a strange man in
here with my pups?"
James only smiled, loving her protectiveness. "I'm not strange."
"Hmph, says the wolf sitting alone in the dark watching children sleep." Isabel quipped, slowly
approaching him. "Why are you still up?"
'We only just finished.” He explained, "and I wanted to see you and Sadie.”
Isabel narrowed her eyes. "What’s wrong?”
"It was just a very long day." He answered, scrubbing a hand over his scruffy face. "I don't really want
to talk about it just now."
‘What do you want to do?” Isabel inquired, sidling nearer with obvious interest.
James huffed out a humorless laugh. "I’d counted on cuddling Sadie, I don't suppose she wakes up
much at night?"
'Thankfully not, but what about me?" Isabel asked, sounding mildly offended that he hadn't considered
her.
'Would you let me?" James countered, arching his dark brows.
"You’ve comforted me when I'm upset more than once.” Isabel replied simply.
"And if you recall you weren't very happy about it." James reminded her wryly.
“But you did it anyway - because I needed it." Isabel added, moving to stand directly in front of him and
extending one graceful hand. "Let me give you the same.”
James accepted her hand without hesitation, but rather than getting to his feet, he pulled Isabel down
into his lap. She yelped in surprise but soon found her entire body surrounded by warm, firm muscles.
Of course, once he was touching her, it was so much harder for Isabel to resist the burly wolf. She tried
not to feel the affection and desire quickly overtaking her body, but she quickly realized she was
fighting a losing battle. So just this once, she surrendered and lost herself in James' arms.