#Chapter 308 – Between a Brother and a Mate

Sinclair I know it’s a little perverse, but, as I look down at my furious little spitfire mate, glaring angrily between my brother and I who outweigh her by three or four times… God damn it, but I get a little hard. She’s just so passionate, and when she’s all worked up like this all I want to do is grab her, carry her upstairs and redirect that anger to- “Ella,” Roger sighs, looking down at his feet. “I’m – I don’t know what to say.” “Damn right you don’t,” she growls, spinning on him and starting to advance on him again. “Enough,” I groan, reaching for her arm – the one without the baby – and wrapping my hand firmly around it. She turns and looks up at me, a little snarl on her plump lips, but when she sees the coolness on my face and in my eyes Ella hesitates, just a little. And then she huffs, relenting against her will, her expression reflecting the words she sends directly to my mind: Fine. But you’re going to pay for this later. I smirk at he