The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 95

Chapter 95 – Returning the Favor

Ella

“Bed rest?” I repeat, glancing nervously at Sinclair. “You mean until the baby comes?”

“No, I don’t think we have to do anything quite that extreme yet.” The doctor replies with a kind smile, “For now let’s start with a few weeks. Beyond that we can take it as it comes.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Sinclair inquires, his large body looming over me. His heat, which sometimes reminds me too much of a blazing furnace when we’re curled in bed together, is a welcome balm now, washing over me in a tide of cozy comfort. “She can’t get out of bed at all?”

“No, it’s not that severe.” The doctor assures us. “Ella can get up to go to the restroom, or move around to switch positions. She can take two short walks every day – one in the morning, one in the evening but no more than twenty minutes and if you find yourself getting tired or overwhelmed before then, you need to stop. Absolutely no stairs or physical exertion though, and no standing for more than twenty minutes at a time – for any reason.”

My heart sinks, and I try not to let my disappointment show. It’s not the end of the world after all, it just means I’m going to be a bit bored. “Do I have to be completely on my back, or is sitting up okay?”

“Choose whatever position is most comfortable for you.” He continues, looking back and forth between us. “More importantly, no stress whether you’re in bed, on the couch, or wherever you choose. That means no campaign events, no excitement.”

“And if she does get excited, despite our efforts?” Sinclair inquires, an odd note in his voice.

you keep sexual activity to a minimum, if the tension is building up it’s better to indulge it than to resist – just remind your wolf to be

getting at, but I just

best

think back, recalling the last night I slept away from Sinclair, when I

admit it would be nice to have one you didn’t give yourself. The voice

get off with a few thrusts. I always enjoyed sex for the intimacy, and though it always felt good, orgasms

I’ve had glimpses of the pleasure he could give me if I would only succumb to his charms. His words the day of the

memory or my inner voice. Sinclair is watching me like a hawk, and the hungry expression he’s wearing makes me worry that my expression is giving away my lurid thoughts. Before he can say a word, I lean into his side, turning my face towards his

coming on such short notice. Can I take her home now?” He asks bluntly,

I am.” I remind him sulkily. “We should

challenge, but otherwise doesn’t acknowledge my words. He looks back to the OB, who smiles warmly, “she’s free to go as soon as I write this prescription.

me like I’m not here.” I grumble. “That will

doctor replies, completely unphased by

that I barely notice I forgot

arms around his broad shoulders, returning the embrace and nuzzling his scruffy jaw. “Hey, what is it?” I murmur, holding him as tightly as I can so that he knows I’m asking out of concern, not some desire to be released. It’s only when I feel the bandages beneath his shirt that I remember his wounds, but as soon as I try to take my arms away,

only high enough to speak into my ear. “Today was horrible.” He says, his voice like gravel, “every last minute of

is the baby – this is just

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