The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 102

Chapter 102 – Sinclair Gets a Scolding

Ella

Sinclair calls soon after the news about the Princess breaks, explaining that he’ll probably be stuck at the office until late this evening as a result. He was relieved to hear that Henry and Roger were at the house with me, and made me promise to call him if I need anything.

The three of us spent the afternoon discussing ideal qualities to look for in a potential second-chance mate for Sinclair, which proved surprisingly difficult. Apparently Sinclair had a few serious girlfriends in high school before Lydia came along, then a few more who were more akin to distractions while she continued to date Roger. There hasn’t been anyone since they divorced, which is why he apparently always got photographed with different women – because he never wanted to lead anyone on with second dates when he knew it wasn’t going to go anywhere.

Combined, this meant that his only serious interests amounted to boyhood daliances, his evil fated mate, and me – a human he can’t ever be with. Try making a dating profile out of that.

I wish there was some way I could just become a wolf. I think, standing in front of the bathroom mirror and staring at my reflection, just because it’s an excuse to be on my feet. In horror movies all werewolves have to do is bite a human, then they’re changed forever. I know all that isn’t real, but part of me still wishes it could be.

I’d love to transform. My inner voice agrees wistfully. To be free to lope through the forest under the full moon.

Can you imagine what it would feel like to be so powerful? I reply, relieved that we’re on the same page for once. I’ve never felt powerful in my life. It would be nice to know what that’s like… at least once.

We’re powerful in at least one way. My conscience proclaims, ever the optimist when I’m trying to feel down on myself. We made a baby. We’re growing Sinclair’s pup. If that’s not power, what is?

“You okay Ella?” Roger’s voice floats through the door, and I push away my thoughts.

Pulling my gaze from my reflection, I swing the door open, eyeing the waiting wolf indignantly. “You know just because I’m on bed rest, it doesn’t mean I can’t stand up every now and then.”

stalling and making up reasons to stay upright

That’s exactly what Sinclair would say, but whereas Sinclair’s scolding has the power to make me shake in my boots, Roger’s just irks me. “Well, Dominic isn’t here.” I

deep voice sounds from the doorway, and I jolt slightly, turning to find

clock. It’s already ten PM, but I barely noticed how quickly

prowling forward with lethal grace. “And from the sounds of

reaches for me, lifting my feet off the ground as I’m enveloped in a warm hug. “I was only

you?” He inquires, his amused voice a low rumble in my

batting my lashes at him and adopting

nothing to do with the fact that you’re a bundle

a much-needed reminder that we aren’t alone. “I think it’s time for us to go, Roger.” Henry observes,

says, but at the same time, I’m impossibly curious about what Henry might have to say to Sinclair after our visit today. Is this something about the Princess’s death? Is he angry with us for keeping the secret about my identity for so long? Was

I rise from the couch and tiptoe to the door, pressing my ear against the wood and

the Princess?” Roger asks, his voice slightly muffled by the distance and the shuffling of donning

was some accident. The timing is too

don’t think the Prince would have hurt her to help his campaign,

put anything past him, Goddess knows he’s beaten her bloody more than a few times over the years… but I don’t know. It feels awfully cunning

haven’t seen him come up with

the autopsy says, and I’ll try to get some of my own investigators to

ever heard it. “Well you have much bigger problems than the Prince.”

own voice growing harsh. “And it upsets me

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