The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 29 – Ella Bakes

Ella

I’ve been avidly watching the clock ever since returning home. Neither Hugo nor any of the guards said a word about my absence, but they did immediately take the grocery bags from my arms, insisting I shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting. I came straight to the kitchen afterwards, hoping that I might be able to finish my surprise before Sinclair comes home, and thereby counteract some of his displeasure that I snuck out.

In my defense it wasn’t really sneaking. Sure, I waited until the guards were distracted just in case they tried to stop me leaving, but no one ever told me I wasn’t allowed to do so. In fact Sinclair told me I was free to go where I wish… though in hindsight I imagine the Alpha wouldn’t like it if he came home and no one knew where I was – especially after the hospital yesterday.

I try to focus on baking rather than the scolding I’ve surely got coming from Sinclair. I’m really not sure how to handle the situation. It feels entirely unfair that I could be in trouble for breaking rules I didn’t know existed, but I’m afraid of angering Sinclair further by expressing my true feelings.

I’m starting to feel completely bipolar in this arrangement of ours. I’m perpetually afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing and provoking Sinclair’s temper, but I’m not used to censoring myself this way. Eventually the truth inevitably slips out and then I worry I’ve ruined everything. So I try to reverse course and do damage control, and probably come off like I’ve got split personalities.

I don’t know what to do. I know I should try to keep Sinclair happy so that I have the best possible chance to stay with my baby, but I don’t know how long I can keep this up. I also don’t know what to make of Sinclair in the first place. He’s the most confusing man I’ve ever encountered. I don’t even recognize myself around him. Once moment he’s turning me on, making me feel safer than I’ve ever felt in my entire life, and doing sweet selfless things like helping Cora – and the next he’s stomping around like a tyrant and ordering me about.

I’ve just finished mixing the wet and dry ingredients together in a big silver bowl when the door clicks open behind me, and Sinclair’s familiar scent fills the room. Uh-oh, here we go.

When I turn around, I find him framed in the doorway, his arms crossed over his broad chest, and a thunderous expression on his face.

“Welcome home?” I greet him weakly, that statement sounding more like a question than anything else.

raking his gaze over my body from head to foot

making you a surprise,” I explain, realizing telling him sort of defeats the point. “Or I was – to

striding forward. “You didn’t tell anyone you were leaving

I supply feebly.

I could forget. “You shouldn’t be lugging around

me that I needed to take guards with me if I went out, or that I had to run my plans by you first.”

I thought it was common sense!” He exclaims. “Ella, you know how crazy the media coverage has been lately, and you know I don’t go anywhere without guards – and I’m a lot bigger and stronger than you are. What if something

for you!” I exclaim, fighting back tears. “I

a prisoner. But you are a public figure now, and you’re in delicate condition. We’re talking about taking basic precautions and keeping me in

to my health!” I argue, smothering a few extra choice words. “I’m not so delicate that I need

a bottom dwelling a ss hole bankrupted and betrayed you for years on end!” Sinclair

back, my voice thick with emotion.

vulnerable to sc um like him in the human world, you’re five times as vulnerable among shifters. You don’t know how dangerous

how am I suppose to know, if you don’t tell me?” I demand. “How am I suppose to know I’m breaking your ridiculous rules if you

aren’t ridiculous, they’re for your own safety!” Sinclair grits

my question.” I

expect you to go galavanting around town when you’re barely recovered! I thought you would come to me

to set foot outside the house!” I cry, “I don’t like having to rely on other people for

yourself, and you don’t know how to ask anyone else

I learned the hard way that I’m the only person I can rely on when push comes to shove. But I’ve never told him this – I’ve