The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 85 – Ella Starts to Worry

Sinclair

When I enter the Blood Moon Tavern for the ‘have a drink with the Alpha’ town hall event, I immediately begin cursing Hugo. My beta may have talked me into this campaign event with good intentions, but I would so much rather go home to Ella. After the way we left things this evening, not to mention my conversation with Roger, my wolf is positively rabid to go climb into bed with her and finish what we started.

However, I made a pledge to my pack that I would come out to this bar and talk with the people one on one, giving them an opportunity to share their thoughts, grievances and questions with me in an informal setting. It’s the sort of event the Prince would never consider holding, and also the kind common shifters appreciate most. So I plaster a smile on my face and enter the rustic pub, greeting the assembled pack members as if there’s nothing I would rather be doing.

At first I’m completely distracted, preoccupied with thoughts of Ella, our growing pup and whether it might be possible that my brother is right. Could our feelings for each other be more than mere attraction and the connection forged by our pup? Could we be falling in love? I’m not even sure I know what love feels like – of course I imagined myself head over heels for Lydia once, but can there be true love when one partner is only in the relationship for selfish, personal gain? Can a person honestly know what it means to be in love, when it’s all one sided?

A burst of laughter and noise pulls my attention away from my thoughts, and suddenly I realize I’ve been neglecting my conversation with the pack members around me. “I know that look.” One of the men in front of me guffaws, slapping his leg. “I’d say the Alpha has his mind on things far lovelier than taxes.”

“A certain she-wolf with a swollen belly perhaps?” Another wolf suggests, waggling his eyebrows.

I laugh apologetically, though none of the wolves surrounding me seem upset. They all look as though they understand all too well. “I’m sorry, you’ve caught me. I have a hard time letting my mate out of my sight these days.” I confess, knowing that speaking plainly is far more likely to win me points with this demographic.

“It’s no worry.” An older man assures me, patting my back. “I remember what it was like when my wife was breeding, and it’s always worst with the first.”

“When I found out my Mary was pregnant, I actually attacked one of her colleagues when he got too close to her!” Another man shares, “luckily he didn’t hold it against me.”

got the news – men and women.” I relate, earning myself a fresh round of laughter. “Luckily she’s learned to

content to talk about she-wolves and babies rather than politics or security, but before long all the rough and tumble bar patrons are exchanging stories of becoming fathers and the antics of their children. I’m suddenly wishing I’d brought my own father along, and thinking that I wouldn’t mind campaign

down after a few sips. Though I requested the same brand of liquor as my first tumbler-full, there’s a strange metallic taste to the liquid that turns my stomach. I wonder if soap was left in the glass after being washed, or perhaps the bartender opened a new bottle, not realizing the liquor inside had turned. Unfortunately I never

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Ella

these things are often out of

because Sinclair cares more about the campaign than you. The little voice in

fair. I answer, beyond frustrated.

sure. She snips. Blame

tell my

I feel a rush of love so powerful my dour mood disappears, and I can only smile as I get through

my good mood only lasts until I realize it’s almost nine o’clock, and Sinclair still hasn’t come home. I decide to call him, but the line rings and rings before eventually going to voicemail. I hang up and send him a quick text: Just checking in, is the event

Nothing.

bath. I’m worrying about nothing, the sooner I stop thinking about Sinclair, the sooner he’ll

conscience interjects, something feels

Or maybe he decided to have a night out – he never

he’d do

insist, shaking off the sting carried by the idea of

of him walking in while I’m submerged in the hot water and bubbles. I imagine him claiming that he’s dirty after his night out and insisting that he