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.

to a minimum, if the tension is building up it’s better to

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

you know orgasms are the best stress relievers. The little voice in

last time I had one of those? I think back, recalling the last night I slept away from

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

been with, and he’d never seemed to understand that women can’t just magically get off with a few thrusts. I always

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

I’m speaking to 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 shoulder so I can breathe

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

you’re in much worse condition than I am.” I remind him sulkily. “We should be asking your doctors,

“she’s free to go as soon as

talk about me like I’m not here.” I grumble.

Ella, you’re in good hands.” The doctor replies, completely unphased by my petulant words. “I’ll see you

barely notice I forgot to thank the doctor. Sinclair isn’t growling, or scolding me, he’s not even kissing

or bossiness, I wrap my 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

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

okay, though.” I answer softly. “And so is the baby

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