The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 91 – Near Miss

Ella

I’m so focused on Sinclair, I don’t even see the car until it’s almost upon me.

I’m too stunned to move, not that there’s time to get out of the way. The only thing I can do it try to turn my body away from the vehicle, to shield my unborn child from the inevitable crash.

Time itself seems to slow down, and there’s a dull roaring in my ears. My thoughts fly by, and I’m amazed at the logical clarity I’m able to find in a single, split second. I tell myself to go limp, the impact won’t be as terrible if my body isn’t tense with fear. Isn’t that why drunk people often survive car accidents that would be fatal otherwise?

Unfortunately I don’t have time to unwind my tight muscles, as soon as I’ve had the thought a huge weight collides with my back, slamming into me with so much force the breath is knocked from my lungs. I’m spinning, twisting as the wall of iron surrounds me, forcing my feet off the ground. A deafening crash fills the air, though it seems delayed. Haven’t I already been hit?

Then I’m being thrust forward, or is it backwards? I’m moving, flying through the air and yet my limbs are completely constrained. My eyes are clenched shut, and the sound of wrending metal and shattering glass explodes around me. It’s all so sudden, I don’t have time to be afraid, to say prayers for my baby, if not for myself.

I wait for the pain, but it doesn’t come. After a few moments of holding my breath I realize I’m not moving anymore. Am I dead? Was it so sudden that I didn’t feel it?

I peek open one eye, and sunlight blinds me. Is there a sun in the afterlife? I know shifters have a version of heaven, but I didn’t imagine humans got to go there.

a click, like a car door opening, and then the sound of racing footsteps. “Catch them!” Sinclair’s deep voice snarls,

through my veins. If he’s here then I must not be dead. And why am I so warm? I wonder belatedly, imagining myself sprawled over the hood of a vehicle, in too much shock to feel the

to see him. Instead I see the empty street in front of me. “Please say something.” He begs, his gentle hands moving over my

the hood. Sinclair’s huge body has completely totaled the vehicle. Slowly – infuriatingly slowly, my brain pieces together what must have happened. Sinclair had been fast enough to reach me, but he hadn’t had time to push me out of the way. Instead he’d turned me away from the car and wrapped his own body around me, shielding me from the impact of the

his supernatural strength. I’m afraid to look at him, but he’s hovering beside me, surreptitiously running his hands over my body, searching for signs of

wolf can walk away from such

has been torn to shreds by glass from the windshield, and I can only

to make a run for it when the car stalled, unable to simply plow through Sinclair’s iron body the way it would

myself and the baby, I even forget my worry for Dominic. I feel only a flood of vengeful fury, more violent and feral than any I’ve known before. That rogue hurt Sinclair. He wanted to end my baby’s life and would have taken mine in the process, but he actually did

kill him!” I snarl, pushing myself up on shaky legs

around the waist, pulling me back. “Woah Ella, come here,

to kill him!” I insist, not recognizing this bloodthirsty woman I’ve apparently

in my ear. I can already hear sirens in the distance, loud, shrill, and

from my overflowing lashes. “He hurt you!

engine that fuels his rumbles and growls has been damaged.

bloody.” I observe pitifully, wishing I knew how to heal his wounds. “I want to make him bloody