The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 58

Chapter 58 – Damage Control
Ella
On the fourth day of the festival we wake to headlines about Lydia’s reappearance in Moon Valley. I’m just coming out of the bathroom following my morning bout of vomiting, when I find Sinclair standing in the doorway, glaring at the newspaper. I startle slightly, not expecting to see him in my rooms. I left his bed only half an hour ago, and wasn’t planning on seeing him again until breakfast. I’m not sure what’s on the front page of the paper, but it must be bad if it couldn’t
wait.
He glances up at me, frowning deeply. “I thought I asked you to tell me when you feel ill.”
“Dominic, it’s happening so often now that it would be impossible to tell you every time, and it’s not as if I have a lot of warning when it comes on.” I argue, though this isn’t the full truth. As much as his presence and gentle hands soothe me, I still find it horribly embarrassing to be sick in front of him, and I avoid informing him whenever possible.
Sinclair narrows his eyes, but before he can call me out for bending the truth I cross the distance between us. “What’s going on?”
He shows me the paper, which is dominated by a large black and white photo of Sinclair and Lydia by the snow maze. The headlines are in bold black lettering above the image. Trouble in Paradise? Former Luna Returns to Reclaim her Mate.
My eyes widen in shock, and I quickly scan the article. While the
media had been kept away from the main feast, they clearly hadn’t been barred from the rest of the fair. Worse, it seems like they overheard most or all of Sinclair’s confrontation with Lydia.
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Though Moon Valley Alpha Dominic Sinclair seems to have won the lottery with his second chance mate, Ella Correntin, his attention wasn’ t on his bride-to-be at the annual Yuletide Feast in Oldtown. Instead the prospective King was seen chasing his ex-wife Lydia Davis – now of the Bloodbane pack through the fair, causing his pregnant mate to walk out of the event in protest. Onlookers report that the two engaged in a heated conversation wherein Lydia professed her desire to mend bridges with the Alpha, claiming she still loves him and that his second chance mate isn’t strong enough to lead the Moon Valley Pack. let alone the Kingdom. Though Sinclair rejected her advances, Lydia fiercely declared she wasn’t going to give up on him, leaving many to wonder if the fated pair might be able to repair their relationship.
“They’re all like this.” He shares, tension lacing his words. “Every paper and tabloid is some version of this F uc king Lydia probably planted the story herself, given the way they left out the pieces that might make her look bad.”
Guilt washes over me as I realize how leaving the festival must have looked to onlookers, especially given this information. “I’m so sorry I left.” I murmur “I didn’t think, I should have stuck it out and waited for you to come back.”
Sinclair frowns down at me. “What are you talking about?”
“It makes it look like I was angry with you and we’re on the rocks.” I explain, my pulse fluttering.

“Ella, none of this is your fault.” Sinclair promises. “If anyone is to blame it’s me for arguing with her in public, and Lydia for turning up to cause trouble in the first place.”
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“But “I try to object.
“I said it isn’t your fault, and I meant it.” Sinclair interrupts, placing his pointer finger against my lips
“Is this going to hurt the campaign?” I ask, though it comes out rather muddled since his finger is still pressed to my mouth.
“It’s a hiccup.” Sinclair states simply, “We’ll do some damage control at the festival tonight. I’ll invite a few trusted reporters and make a statement refuting all this, but the more important part is that we put on a good show. We’ll look so happy and in love that everyone will forget this ever happened.”
“Okay.” I nod, trying to steady my nerves. “And it’s wassailing tonight, right? So all we have to do is drink and sing carols and enjoy the fair.
“Right,” he confirms.
“I wish I could really drink.” I lament. “I could use a bit of liquid courage tonight.”
“You have nothing to worry about.” Sinclair croons. “I know it makes you nervous but you always do beautifully at these events.”
“When I stay at them long enough to participate, you mean?” I correct him, still regretting my decision to run out yesterday.
“You’re growing the pack a prince.” Sinclair smiles, “you get a free pass when it comes to all these public responsibilities. In case you’ve forgotten I was voting for you to stay home entirely until you
convinced me otherwise.”
“I should have let you coddle me after all.” I sigh, “we could have
avoided all this.”
Sinclair gathers me to his chest, hugging me tightly. “I’m glad to see you’re learning that I’m always right.” He teases.
Groaning. I try to squirm out of his hold – much good that it does. “You know I regretted it the moment I said it.”
“I’m not going to let you forget it, either.” Sinclair chuckles.
I laugh, ceasing my struggles and submitting to his petting. “Bossy
wolf.”
When we arrive at the festival, the media descends almost
immediately. Cameras are flashing before we even exit the car. Sinclair
wraps a protective arm around my shoulders, growling softly when the reporters get too close, and eventually they back off, realizing they’ll be endangering more than their careers if they invade my space.
“Alpha, do you have any comment about the reports regarding your ex- wife?” One of the reporter’s asks, shoving a microphone forward.
“I’ll tell you what I told Lydia last night.” Sinclair begins co olly. “That I’m happier with Ella than I ever was with her, and there’s not a
snowball’s chance in hell that I would ever take back someone who
walked out on their pack when they needed them most. There’s no love lost between us, but I have no respect for a Luna who abandons her responsibilities as a leader.”
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