The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 46 – Setting a Date

Sinclair

I’m watching Ella retreat, wishing I could read her complex mind as easily as I can read her body language. My wolf is angry with me for upsetting her, but I’m not sure what I did wrong. She liked kissing me, there’s no doubt about that. I also don’t know why she would ever think I’m the casual type – because I’m anything but. Still, she seemed to be telling the truth when she said she didn’t want more. What am I supposed to do with that information?

Ella is clearly feeling off-kilter, and it’s my responsibility to center her – but if she won’t tell me why she’s feeling agitated, how am I supposed to help her? I know exactly what I would do if she was a she-wolf, but I don’t know if a human would react the same way. My wolf wants me to try – he’s completely convinced that Ella is like any other out-of-sorts mate, who just needs a firm hand to remind her who’s in charge so she’ll share her worries with us. After all, she made me promise to communicate more – shouldn’t that go both ways?

I’m so caught up in my head I almost don’t realize that the Prince is approaching me, a knowing smirk dominating his features. “I remember those days,” He remarks. “When you first meet your mate and you can’t keep your hands off each other – when you miss them even though they’ve only left the room for a moment. It’s a wonder you haven’t marked her yet.”

My blood begins to boil so quickly that I’ve barely processed his words before my wolf is clawing at the surface of my skin. The only person who knows that Ella hasn’t been marked is Roger… if the Prince knows too, it’s because my brother told him.

I’m not surprised by Roger’s betrayal. He’s had it out for me since day one, and his heroics with the rogues was always highly suspect. It was much too convenient that he happened to turn up just in the knick of time when Ella needed him that fateful night, and his overtures of friendship in the time since have been completely out of character. For a moment I wondered if he truly did have a soft spot for the human – if anyone is capable of thawing his frozen heart, it’s my Ella, but now the truth is clear.

united to pull this off, and Goddess forbid if anyone begins to suspect we aren’t truly mated, it could ruin everything. There’s no doubt in my mind that the Prince will use this information as ammunition against me in the campaign unless I can convince him it would be a mistake to make it public.

about any of the difficulties or details. Already, I hear his voice growling mine, every time I lay eyes on her. But it can’t happen, I’d never be able to mark her without damaging her delicate flesh. For all

the Prince, shaking myself from my thoughts. “We’re

Prince scoffs, “Self control, or lack of passion? Not a good sign for an Alpha. If your mate isn’t taking the edge off, how stable will

about with Ella and I, is passion.” I tell him, my voice imbued with abject honesty. I don’t need to have bedded Ella to know we aren’t lacking in that area. She overflows with both sweet submission and fiery passion, and I can’t imagine a more perfect fit for my own desires. Sometimes I feel guilty for comparing her to Lydia– but they’re so different I can’t help myself. Lydia was skilled but always distant in bed. She let me dominate her physically, but never gave herself over emotionally

she would give herself completely – she wouldn’t be able to help herself. She throws herself, body and soul, into everything she does – leading with her heart. The challenge with her is convincing her to take the leap. I can see how skittish she is after Mike’s mistreatment, and who knows what other traumas she’s survived. It’s clear she

The Prince prompts

lying. We’ve made no such arrangements, making

take it?” He guesses, even coc kier now, “You really think you can get through the night without marking

self control.” I repeat, though in truth I’m very worried about this. I’d started to warn Ella before she rushed away, but the Prince’s mocking makes me more determined than ever to hold out. “We’ll be

auspicious day.” The Prince nods, looking pis sed. He knows as well as I do that royal mating ceremonies are not to be taken lightly, and are often planned around major holidays when the Goddess’s magic – and our own – is strongest. The fact that I named this date implies that I’m already assuming I’ll win the campaign and that Ella and I will have no problems delivering the Kingdom its heir. Besides, the pack will eat up the idea of a Royal Wedding far more eagerly than they would a private ceremony for a contender. Some people might vote for me

sure of your victory.” The Prince continues, his tone much too smug for my liking. It’s obvious he’s just trying to push back at my own power play, but there’s something about his smirk that makes me

my family whether I win the campaign or not.” I shrug. “Only the Goddess knows what the future will hold in that regard, but I know