The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 49

Chapter 49 – The Prince Interferes

Ella

“Is this…?” I trail off, unable to find the right words.

“I thought if we’re going to pretend to be together, we ought to do it right.” Sinclair smiles, his obvious pleasure at my reaction taking the sting out of his words. This isn’t because he feels anything for me, but he’s happy that I like the gift – and that’s worth something, right?

“It’s beautiful,” I sigh, “But I feel… I haven’t gotten anything for you, Dominic.”

His dark brow furrows, and the next thing I know, he’s turning me towards the mirror at my back. His reflection towers over mine, so dark and se xy in his black dress shirt and trousers. His size and strength are so daunting, and his skin vibrant bronze next to my porcelain complexion and slender limbs. I’m wearing deep purple tonight, and his hand finds my tummy with practiced ease. “How can you say that?” He demands, gentle but fierce, his lips moving against the shell of my ear as his eyes pierce me through the glass. “Ella, you’re giving me everything.”

My own hand slides to the place where our baby rests, stopping just above his. However a moment later his palm is over mine, pulling our hands just over my belly button. “I wish you could feel what I do.” He tells me solemnly. “You’ll understand when he quickens, when you can feel his movement and moods.” For the first time, the mirror Sinclair pulls his gaze from mine, but only so the real man can turn his head to look at me in reality. My heart stops beating as I turn my face to his, eager to hear what he has to share about our baby. “You’re his whole world – he’s never happier than when he hears your voice.”

“Really?” I squeak, tears flooding my eyes.

“Really.” Sinclair confirms, and I’m surprised and impressed to see there isn’t even the smallest hint of jealousy in his expression. “Everything I care about, is right here.” He continues, tugging me back against him a little, in a way that makes my delusional mind think that he might be talking about me as well as the baby. “You are making all my dreams come true.”

I’m shaking my head, tears flowing freely now. “Don’t you get it?” I ask hoa rsely. “You gave me a miracle too.” I remind him. “It doesn’t seem fair that you should get me so many other gifts too.”

thing you aren’t in charge.” Sinclair chuckles, kissing my neck just where it connects with my shoulder and finally turning me back around. He wipes away my tears and slides the

to get myself back under control, I ask. “But I thought the mating

I said, it’s time to make it official. Now

barely think straight. Sometimes I feel like Sinclair are going around in emotional circles, getting carried away with excitement and joy about the baby and then pulling back when reality sets in. Still, I’ll be dam ned if I know how to escape the maelstrom – let alone how I got in it in the first place. My brain is scrambling to figure out what this all means, what’s

hundreds of vendors set up on the ice. I’d love to go

as we look down on the wintry scene. “The processions will start here and weave through the old town until dawn,

only just beginning. “But if it doesn’t start for an hour,

a bit – I thought we could take advantage of the peace and quiet and skate a little.” Sinclair suggests, keeping

to skate.” I whisper nervously, “And what about the

I should know better than to ask such a silly question. “I won’t let you fall,

know he means it with every fiber of his being. He’s as good as his word too. Before long I’m zooming around the rink, unable to stop smiling. Sinclair has stayed glued to my side all night long, never letting me out of arm’s reach and holding my hand more often than not. Of course,

us on the baby or commenting on the campaign. The media also starts to arrive after someone tips them off about our early arrival, and it’s as Sinclair shakes hands with a constituent that I begin to

feet before her catches me. “Not so

swear it’s like you have eyes in the back of your

has special Ella radar.” He jokes. ‘So you just keep on trying to get away,

at him, and flames burst to

mate, even though I know it’s only for our audience. “So what if I am?” I

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