The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 15 – Learn werewolf

Ella

“What!” I exclaim, unable to wrap my head around this idea. “But I’m not ready!”

“You will be.” He promises. “Aileen will keep working with you tomorrow, and then we’ll go shopping so you can look the part. It’s only a meal, no one is going to be quizzing you on werewolf politics.”

“I don’t know.” I fret, “what if I say the wrong thing?”

“I’ll be with you the whole time.” Sinclair vows. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you put your foot in your mouth.”

This does make me feel better, but I’m still woefully far from feeling confident in my ability to pass as a completely different species. “Can’t we wait a little while?” I request anxiously. “I promise I’ll never miss another event, I just need a little more time.”

“Ella, the elections are in three months.” Sinclair says softly. “We don’t have much time to waste. Very few people change their minds at the last moment. My image has been marked with controversy from day one because I don’t have a family.”

“I don’t understand, why is that so controversial if the King is something people vote on. It’s not like having an heir is going to decide the future of succession.”

“Because it’s not about succession. It’s about personal stability. Unmated Alphas are viewed as being more temperamental and aggressive. If I have a mate and a pup however, people will view me as more grounded and cautious.” Sinclair explains.

“Is that true?” I ask, “that unmated alphas are wilder?”

Sinclair grimaces but nods, “To a degree, yes. Some men are more or less aggressive naturally, but it makes a difference when you have someone to take care of – someone who might be harmed if anything happened to you.”

“Okay, so you’re saying it has to be tomorrow?” I surmise, “the sooner you turn your image around, the better.”

“That’s right.” Sinclair agrees. “As long as you’re well enough, I need you there.”

won’t leave my side?”

have my

concur, not feeling half as confident as

– steps out, leaving me with Sinclair to change clothes before we check out. However Sinclair doesn’t leave, he stays in the exam room as if he expects

trail off, hoping he’ll pick up on my

what?” He asks, a knowing smile on his

cheeks going bright pink. “I’m only wearing underwear beneath this

what I mean. “Human modesty.” He clucks his tongue and shakes his head. “So prudish, you’ll see soon

regretting it instantly. A second ago I was equal to Sinclair in height, now

made our bodies perfect as they are, why would we hide them?” He questions silkily, the same

my head, I stomp over to the corner where I left my clothes neatly folded. I tug them on quickly, but not so quickly that Sinclair will think I’m embarrassed about being exposed before him. When I

didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.” He confesses.

don’t back down that easily. You might have seven senses or whatever, but it will take more than that to figure me

only grows as he closes the distance between us, invading my space with his powerful presence. “I can’t

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front of a full length mirror in a gown which costs more

one.” Sinclair responds thoughtfully, his penetrating gaze running up and down my body as I try

us, but it seems so extravagant to spend so much on material things. I’m only too aware that orphans are starving in this very city, wouldn’t the money be better spent on

say as much to Sinclair, but he only smiles at me. How has our relationship changed so quickly? A couple of days ago he only glared at me, now he always seems to look at me fondly. “Did

snooping.” I answer tritely. However then the memory rises, and I recall that he gives at least half his fortune to the less fortunate. “If you still

– or indeed anything I said – with so much attention. It’s only now that I see what true consideration is like, that I realize

green one?” I confirm, knowing precisely the dress to which he’s referring. It’s the same emerald shade as his eyes, and studded with gemstones and rose gold accents that

nods. “It suits you,

should that matter?” I

haven’t marked you, and I don’t want people

I squeak, not understanding