The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 30 – Food Fight

Ella

The flour collides with Sinclair’s face in an explosion of white powder, covering his features in dense grains and fluttering through the air around us. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and fear slices through me as I wonder if I’ve made a grave mistake. Sinclair takes a moment to open his eyes after the flour hits, but when he does, his wolf is glowing bright in his irises, and my instincts take over.

I try to duck under his arms, to evade his hold anyway I can. However the moment I begin attempting escape he leans forward, crushing my body between him and the counter. At once I’m reminded of how much larger Sinclair is. Sometimes it’s easy to be fooled when I’m dressed up in heels or there’s space between us, but now I can feel how helpless I am beside him. The top of my head barely reaches his sternum, and next to his muscles, my slender limbs feel terribly frail.

Sinclair’s breath is coming in heaving gasps, and I have the good sense to remain frozen as he tries to gain control of his wolf. When I look up at him, I can see only the wild animal fuming beneath his skin, and I realize exactly how dangerous this man is.

I’m not sure if he’s going to attack me, or yell at me, and my heart is racing a mile a minute. I instinctively flinch when he moves, but he doesn’t raise a hand against me. Instead he reaches past be towards the bowl of chocolate cake batter, and the next thing I know, a river of the thick, sweet mixture is dripping down my face.

I gasp in shock, realizing that Sinclair is pouring the batter over me, and try to jerk away. “Dominic, no!”

through the big wolf like thunder, “Oh baby,

my head, trying to protect myself, but when that doesn’t work I reach for the bowl too, returning fire with handful of batter straight into Sinclair’s expensively tailored shirt. Soon we’re wrestling over the bowl, trying to retrieve more

out cake batter for icing, reaching up with two hands and smearing it over his face as he playfully nips at my fingers, before positively squealing as warm, melted chocolate is drizzled over the low cut top of

cake components, giddy with laughter and still searching for new ways to combat one another. The bowls on the counter are already empty, and I narrow my eyes at Sinclair as I

zeroing in on a bottle of caramel syrup, even as I see Sinclair plucking a can of whipped cream from

than the one I intend, but I’m outmatched in this game in every possible way. Sinclair is bigger, stronger and faster, and he

me escape. If he wanted to

anything like this, and I doubt my ex would have had the inclination or the confidence to let a woman defy him this way. Sinclair, on the other hand,

Sinclair in comparison to my past lovers, when I know he doesn’t see me this way at all. Yet I can’t help it, the more time that passes the more certain I feel

my way back to the pantry, but Sinclair has other ideas. “Come here you.” He purrs, snat ching me up. “Such a bad girl.” His fingers are digging into my sides, tickling me ruthlessly and making me giggle and squeal uncontrollably. I try

against one another, getting more and more dirty with every minute that passes. Sinclair lets me pin him to the tiled floor, straddling

you?” He taunts, grinning

I counter, smiling widely. “What would all those big tough wolves say if they

whoosh – I didn’t even see him flip me, but suddenly our situations are completely reversed. I’m still straddling Sinclair,

physically bested me, but why would that be the case? I try to hold the words back, but I can’t stop them no matter what I try. “I am sorry I snuck out.” I confess,