Chapter 454

Press Ella We stayed up all night working and strategizing. A flurry of aids came into the room right
away as well as several guards, who worked with Sinclair to brief him and to begin to come up with a
plan about how to handle the press.

I trusted my mate to handle that, though, focusing my attention singularly on Sarah when she was
wheeled into the room on a hospital gurney. Sarah was conscious, but in a great deal of pain, and Cora
and I moved immediately to her side. Cora asked questions of both the attendant doctor and Sarah
herself as I handed Rafe to Henry.

When Cora quickly briefed me that the wounds, as far as she could tell, were nothing that I hadn’t
handled before, I nodded to her and quickly took Sarah’s hand. “I’d like to heal you, Sarah, if you’ll let
me,” I said quietly, looking her in the eye.

She laughed a little, shaking her head at me. “Go ahead,” she said with an attempt at a grin that
immediately fell away as she winced, favoring her side where Xander kicked her.

I exhaled sharply, hating that he put her in pain again, and that I was the cause of it. But, eager to be
the solution as much as I could, I closed my eyes and concentrated, accessing my gift and healing my
friend.

The work was done quickly and barely twenty minutes later I opened my eyes to see Sarah staring at
me in awe. ” That’s…incredible,” she said. “I mean, I watched you work on Jessica, but feeling it?”
“Better?” I asked, and she had just laughed, marveling a little.

Things moved quickly then, with Sinclair glancing over at me meaningfully, indicating that he had things
he wanted to run my way. I nodded to him but turned first to Sarah and Jessica to ensure that they got
settled. When they hesitated about going back to their rooms tonight Xander had, after all, kidnapped
them from that space I insisted they take one of the personal rooms in the back of Sinclair and my
personal quarters one of the rooms that we hope to one day fill with our children.



They had smiled at this idea, wanting to be close, and Cora took Jessica by the hand as Sarah lifted
herself from the gurney and walked away, completely free of pain.

“Wow,” the attendant doctor had said, his eyes wide. “What did you…” “Another time,” I had sighed,
placing a hand on his shoulder. “We should talk but…another time?” He smiled at me, still a little
shocked and awed, but he agreed and quietly left the room. I sighed then, and took the baby back from
Henry before moving to Sinclair’s side, ready to face whatever was next.

We were up until about…three in the morning I guess, preparing press releases and dealing with all the
details. By the end I had tucked Rafe away into his little crib and fallen into bed exhausted. I had
always thought it was an exaggeration when people say they fell asleep before their head hit the pillow,
but as I have absolutely no memory of laying my head down?

I guess they weren’t exaggerating after all.

I groan a little as I roll over in bed now and glance at the clock. My groan only deepens when I see that
it’s only 7 am.

Four hours of sleep – that’s… Appalling.

“Morning, little Queen,” I hear my mate rumble beside me and I turn towards him with a frown on my
face, noting the tablet on his lap.

“Dominic,” I murmur, working to sit up. “Did you sleep at all!?” “A little,” he says, reaching out a hand to
stroke over my hair. “I wish you’d slept more. What got you up?” “Anxiety, I guess,” I say, moving
myself closer to him and nodding towards the tablet. “What are they saying now?” Last night, the news
had gone pretty wild with everything, playing all kinds of footage from the event me racing across the
flagstones in my wolf’s body, me negotiating with Xander while he pressed a knife to Jessica’s throat,
me leaping through the air again in my wolf’s form with my teeth bared, me looking wide eyed out into
the crowd with blood all down my front It had been…a frenzy, honestly, with no one really knowing what



was going on or how to react. Sinclair had been right – a lot of people, particularly humans, were upset
with what they called the “wanton violence” displayed by wolf kind.

And while the words were levied at both Xander and at me… Well, the sight of a newly crowned Queen
covered in a man’s blood while his corpse laid at her feet? It wasn’t… great.

“I think,” Sinclair says, a smile on his lips, “you’re going to be…pleasantly surprised.” He passes the
tablet to me.

“What?” I frown at him, confused, but he nods to the tablet and I look down at it.

The baby fusses a little, passing a little pulse of need down the bond and I hesitate but Sinclair gets up,
heading toward Rafe’s crib and letting me focus.

So, I sigh and concentrate, frowning as I read the headline at the top of the page.

A Queen for the People, it reads. My frown deepens.

What? What is this?My eyes move down a little and I blink in surprise to see that I recognize the byline:
the article is written by Tempest Bowers, the woman I met last night, whose daughters just wanted
some chocolate… My mouth falls open a little as I begin to read because… The article, as a whole, is a
rather stunning defense of my actions last night.

And Tempest?

She’s done her homework.

My eyes fly over the tablet, seeing all the details of my life plainly laid out for the readers, wondering
how the hell Tempest figured all this out and further how she got it all done by seven in the morning.
But as I continue to read, and see the number of people that she interviewed… I realize that Tempest?
She’s probably been working on this for a long time.



“Clever lady,” I murmur, shaking my head as I read through the article. She starts by addressing the
violence of last night, with all of the details about Xander’s death at my hands, not shying away from
any of it. Indeed, I come away in the first paragraphs looking…well, precisely as we thought humans
might see me: a cold-blooded murderer, over-reacting to a situation that deserved more diplomacy.

But then Tempest continues to spin out the story, including all the details of how Xander knew I was his
niece but abandoned me to be raised in an orphanage, only to find me years later and violate my body
and my privacy by having me impregnated with the sperm of his choice. She continues to focus on
Xander only for a few short paragraphs, detailing his politics and his forced subjection of Sarah, and
Jessica, and their mother.

But then, to my surprise, the story turns again to me. It’s a love story, really, of how Sinclair and I found
each other despite Xander’s plans and fell in love, how hard we worked to rid this nation of Damon –
who honestly wouldn’t have been much better than Xander himself. She even tells of Xander’s attempt
to kidnap Rafe, and then all the work I did in the refugee camps to help people who really need me.

There are some guesses in there, and hints, about the magic I wield, which was never precisely a
secret even if it’s not common knowledge. I smirk to see how well she’s begun to guess at what,
precisely, I am able to do with my powers.

She doesn’t go so far as to say I’m a magical all-healing Queen, but she does detail the incredible
number of people – especially children – who walked away from the refugee camps entirely healed of
dreadful injuries and diseases.

In the end, Tempest returns to the question of what I did last night, and carefully asks the reader to
reconsider the situation. While it may appear at first glance as if a woman brutally murdered an old
man, Tempest ends by asking: “what side, really, would have your Queen take? I, for one, might prefer
a fierce Queen who doesn’t wait to let bureaucracy handle serial abusers who attempt to kidnap little
girls, but who instead tears their throats out and ends the issue there. Ella Sinclair isn’t a politician,



she’s a woman who fights for her people, and heals them too. At least, those who deserve it.” “Damn,” I
say, lowering the tablet to my lap and looking up at Sinclair, who smirks down at me with the baby in his
arms. I reach for Rafe, knowing he needs to be fed. “I mean, are people… reading this? Do they
believe her?” “Shared on social media over a million times in the hour since it’s been published,”
Sinclair says, happily handing the baby to me. I smile down at Rafe, tugging up my shirt and preparing
to feed him, but Sinclair places my a soft hand beneath my chin. I look up at him.

“People are seeing you, Ella, for what you truly are,” he says quietly. “I’m glad for that, and grateful. But
I knew, eventually, that they would.” I smile up at him, my eyes shining a bit with my tears. “Do you
really think so?” I ask, shaking my head, marveling a bit.

Slowly, he nods, a grin taking over his face. “Thanks to Tempest Bowers, they’re seeing it faster than I
thought they might.” He stands up, running a hand through his hair. “She really helped us out here, with
this article.” I laugh a little, turning my attention back to Rafe when he gives a hungry little squeak of
protest. I quickly get him started, sighing a little when I feel him latch.

Then, I look back up at my mate.

“Well? What do you send the woman who has single-handedly saved your reputation?” I ask, grinning
at him. ” Like, a fruit basket?”

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