The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 74 – Dancing with the Prince

Ella

As soon as the Prince catches sight of Sinclair and I, his eyes flash with obvious rage. I can tell he’s surprised to see us here, though he must have known I survived the hunt. When none of his rogues returned to confirm my death, he would have immediately realized what happened. Still, I’m sure he expected Sinclair to do exactly what he just suggested, and keep me home at all costs.

Despite his fury, the Prince quickly covers his emotions and stalks toward us. I can feel Sinclair vibrating with dangerous energy, and I lean into him, letting him feel my warmth and breathe in my scent. He’s making low grumbly sounds, though not the kind he often makes when he’s kissing or scent marking me, which let me know his wolf is pleased. These are very different: sharp and vicious, hinting at barely contained aggression.

“It’s okay.” I whisper. “He can’t do anything here.”

“I’ll kill him.” Sinclair snarls under his breath. “You need to leave, before this gets ugly.”

I can tell Sinclair is no longer in control and I know his wolf is urging him to protect the baby even if it costs him the campaign. Of course, killing the Prince would get rid of the competition, but I don’t think it would comprise very good optics for a future King. I don’t understand enough about shifter society to know for sure, but my instincts are telling me that a death match on one of the most sacred days of the year is a bad idea.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I answer firmly, digging in my heels.

“Ella, I wasn’t asking.” Sinclair snaps, pinning me with his most intimidating gaze.

The fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I feel the sudden urge to cower before the predator towering over me, but I can’t bring a pup into the world without Sinclair, and I’m not going to risk him being thrown in jail or exiled. “You can threaten me and punish me however you like.” I remark co olly, pretending that my knees haven’t completely turned to jelly. “But I promised not to leave your side, and I meant it.”

squeezes my waist, pulling me even closer against him even though our bodies were already flush. He drops

keep his hands occupied holding me in place, rather than ripping the Prince to shreds. “Happy Solstice, Dominic,” The Prince greets, before turning his wolfish gaze to

the wolves with my body. I lean my back into Sinclair’s chest, encouraging him to wrap his arms around me

the baby to make his voice echo in my mind. He compliments me even as he promises to punish me for my interference, and I reach back to run my fingers through his silky hair, soothing him even though I’m making

The Prince grins, creating a conniving, cruel expression. “It seems like I can’t open the newspaper these days without seeing you

magnetic pull of watching two

own good. Dominic is saying, making it very difficult for me to focus on

– especially among commoners.”

your father became King? It seems awfully callous to write off so many people just because they haven’t been as lucky as you. After all, that’s why you’re in this position – isn’t it? Luck?” A stark murmur works

press one of my stiletto’s onto Sinclair’s foot, needing him to shut up before I become

obviously hates being shown up in public, but he’s in the same position as Sinclair, trapped by convention. “I wonder if you might release her for a

struggling with morning sickness, too much spinning on the dance floor

he does with me, but I

mine, he can’t have you – even for

underestimates me. He thinks I’m a dumb commoner, I might be able to get information from him he wouldn’t admit to you.” I reason. “And it would look good to the council. I doubt they want it to appear like theres a risk of civil war between the

Sinclair complains in my head. I need you

baby and I need you to win, and you can’t do that if we make