The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 28 – Ella Pays A Visit

Ella

I hear Sinclair’s footsteps coming up the stairs just past five, and I realize he must have left work at the earliest available opportunity. I’m not complaining, I’ve been so eager to ask him about Mike ever since the police called me, and as unbelievable as it seems I even find myself missing him the more time we spend apart. I think it must be the pup’s craving to be near its father rather than my own interest, because more often than not I’m nervous or on-edge when we’re together. The one exception is when I go to his rooms at bedtime; I haven’t had a single nightmare since he insisted we begin sleeping together, and I look forward to falling asleep in his strong arms every night.

He comes into my rooms without knocking, offering me a wide smile when he sees me cuddled up in bed. The doctor gave me strict orders to rest today, and after the exhausting ordeal at the hospital, I actually didn’t mind. “Hello trouble.” Sinclair greets me fondly, taking a seat on the edge of my mattress. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.” I promise, “No more spotting.” I blush, but I figure we have to get used to speaking on such familiar terms about my body. Pregnancy does nothing if not steal one’s sense of modesty, as the most personal bodily functions must be discussed to assess the baby’s health.

“I’m glad.” Sinclair sighs with visible relief. “Have you checked your blood pressure?”

“No, I’ve been distracted.” I admit.

“Tsk, tsk,” He teases, retrieving the home monitoring device from my bedside. “Let’s have your arm, gorgeous.”

I wait while he settles the cuff around my bicep and presses the machine’s start button. Once the cuff begins to inflate and pressure increases on my arm, I say, “I got a call from the police today.”

Sinclair keeps a perfectly straight face, as if he doesn’t have the first idea what I’m about to say. “Oh?”

“It seems that Mike turned himself in this afternoon.” I share, watching him closely. “He came all the way back from the coast and signed a full confession. He’s going to stand trial.”

Sinclair is busy watching the numbers on the machine, but he manages a distracted smile, “that’s wonderful, Ella.”

I wait for him to say more, but he remains silent, avidly focused on taking my vital signs. “You’re really going to pretend like you had nothing to do with it?” I finally burst.

The machine beeps, and Sinclair frowns, loosening the cuff. “Still too high.” He murmurs, looking back up at me. Sinclair scans my features, taking my cheek in his oversized hand. “Are you still feeling stressed?”

you about something.”

I would have done it for anyone.” He

the mistake of thinking you’re special when you’re anything but.

happy to do it. That rat deserved a lot

feel better about his dismissive manner. At the very least it shows that he does care, and I decide then and there that I’m going to find a way

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the bathroom, setting up a makeshift camp on the cold tiles so that I’m not constantly running back and forth. By the afternoon I feel well enough to go

greets me with so much

“I hope you don’t

welcome anytime.” He replies genially. “I was just about to have a late

couldn’t impose.” I

mother who’s spent the morning indisposed.” He observes wryly. “You’re still green about the

I smile despite myself. “I see you’re as perceptive as your

see you would prefer it if he did not perceive so much.” The

across from him in the sitting room as

your shoes I wouldn’t enjoy having someone read my

So at ease in fact that I find the words sliding off my tongue before I can stop them. “I’m not used to men

nonsense.” He interjects.

Dominic really are a pair, you know

warmly, “a high complement. I’m very proud of my son, you know. And

for our lies. “Thank you.” I manage to reply, unable to stop myself from confiding, “we’re both so excited for this baby I’m not sure if we’ve even discussed whether we truly are mates. I mean we’re saying it for the campaign

I know my son, and I know a good match when I see it. You two

already done so much for me. I’ve been scrambling for some way to thank him, but I’m afraid I don’t know him well enough to know what he’d like best. I was hoping you might help me do a bit of plotting.”

come to the right place.” Henry assures me, “what kind

how grateful I am.” I explain, “how excited I am

he has a powerful sweet tooth.” Henry intones. “He doesn’t indulge it often, but

so strange that the terrifying Alpha wolf might have a secret vice as