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.

sexual activity to a minimum, if the tension is building up it’s better to indulge it than to resist –

said anything about sex? Is that what Sinclair was getting at, but I just didn’t understand the nuance? How is that not

daft, you know orgasms are the best stress relievers. The

one of those? I think back, recalling the last night I slept away from Sinclair, when I was finally free to

be nice to have one

ever been with, and he’d never seemed to understand that women can’t just magically get off with a few thrusts. I always enjoyed sex for the intimacy, and though it always felt good, orgasms had always been my own

wouldn’t be that way with Sinclair. My conscience intimates, sparking memories of the few times we’ve gotten carried away – when 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 ball – after the incident, as I’ve decided to call it – ring in my mind: Now, would you like me to make you feel good? Nothing about his own desires, nothing about going

my expression is giving away my lurid thoughts. Before he can say a word, I lean into his side, turning my face towards his shoulder so I can breathe in his scent. I’m doing it for comfort yes, but also to

appreciate you coming on such short notice. Can I take her home now?” He asks bluntly, as if I’m the injured party here, rather than

than I am.” I remind him sulkily. “We

go as soon as I write this prescription. I’ll

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

replies, completely unphased by

surprised by the gesture, that I barely notice I forgot to thank the doctor. Sinclair isn’t growling, or scolding me, he’s not even kissing me or trying to sneak

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

lifts his face from my neck, only high enough to speak into my ear. “Today

so is the

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