The Kidnapping of Roan Sinclair

by Ashlyn Drewek

“I kept my promise.” “They’re all dead?” I nodded. His gaze dropped, a frown pulling at his lips. My heart sank. He didn’t look happy. Why did I keep failing him? Couldn’t protect him, couldn’t give him what he wanted. What fucking good was I? “What’s wrong, Solnyshko?” “I thought I would feel… something.” He grimaced, his fingers twisting in my t-shirt. “Better? Relieved? I don’t know…” Not knowing what to say, I kissed his forehead and wrapped him in another hug.

I had another decision to make, and quickly. I found the answer in Roan’s wide blue eyes. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I dropped to one knee and then the other, facing him and him alone. The ultimate position of submission, the sacrifice of my pride, and the loudest declaration of my feelings for the boy in front of me. If I was going to die, at least it would be on my terms. “I kneel for no one,” I repeated, gazing up at Roan, “except the one I love.”

Was this really fucking happening right now? Not only were we both alive, miraculously, but Roan used our near-death experience to fucking network?!

“I already told you — I’m a wolf too. It’s easier to survive when you have a pack.” His