The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 120 – Sinclair Walks Out

Ella

When my panic attack finally eases and I can breathe again, I peek up at Sinclair, tears burning in my eyes. “I’m sorry.” I murmur weakly, hating that my stupid brain ruined our moment.

“Why the hell are you apologizing?” Sinclair counters, still petting me. He hadn’t let me go even once as I weathered the storm of anxiety and despair, only pulling the pillows and blankets of my nest closer so I would feel secure.

“Because I screwed everything up.” I explain thickly. “I was supposed to be helping you and I fell apart at a mere suggestion.” Shame is coursing through my veins, not because of the panic itself, but because of what it might mean: that I’m too fragile, too broken, to be Sinclair’s Luna.

“Ella, don’t be silly.” He replies, and though I understand he didn’t mean to dismiss my feelings, the words still sting. Sinclair opens his mouth to continue, undoubtedly with some trite placation about how ‘these things happen’ or similar, but I cut him off.

”I’m not being silly!” I insist with exasperation. “What good am I as a mate if I can’t even be there for you when you need me? I get to lie around all day doing nothing while you’re out saving the world. You are constantly taking care of me on top of all your other worries, and I never give you anything in return. It’s not right. You shouldn’t have to comfort me when you’re the one who needs to decompress!” I burst, throwing up my hands. “All this time we’ve been convinced that I can’t be your Luna because I’m human, but we never even considered that I might not be up to the task, even as a wolf.” My voice is shaking with fresh tears, and I can’t look at Sinclair as I continue, “But now… what more evidence do we need?”

Sinclair doesn’t make a sound, and when I look at him, he’s positively fuming. His heavy breathing and black expression tell me he’s barely holding onto his temper, and the hands which were caressing me mere moments ago are now stationary and stiff. I watch as he struggles to quell his anger, even though I’m not sure what I said to infuriate him this way. After a second he shakes his head, apparently surrendering the battle. “I need a minute, Ella.” He finally growls, “I need to go for a run, but I don’t want to leave you unless you’re alright.”

voice cracking. I’m out of the bed in a heartbeat, pacing back and forth in front of the bed. “This is exactly

this temper.” He turns and charges for the door, bypassing me completely. Then, at the last moment, he turns back, his wolf glowing in his eyes. “And for the record,

there, staring after him. I’m shaking again, and I’m trying my best not to dissolve into

anxiously in my head, whimpering like a pup and feeling just as raw as I am – if more feral. She’s begging me to do something, to fix this, but I don’t know how. I might have

She begs. I can’t stand it, we

can’t. I grumble in reply. Even if I wasn’t on bedrest and it was perfectly safe, we’ll never be able to catch up with him. Besides, he’ll only be angrier if

and pulling the blankets over my head. I haven’t felt this way before, though Sinclair has certainly been angry with me in the past. Hey, I ask my wolf after some thought. Why weren’t you this upset when he accused me of

in the beginning, and when he’s been angry in the past it’s been protective. This is the first time he’s really been hostile … and the

if he only returns to end our relationship – after

we’re not worth the trouble, and simply takes off for greener pastures? My wolf

her. His entire life is here. His pack is here. He has

willingly abandon their pup, especially with humans – but our parents did. Something must be seriously wrong with us – what if he’s

though her voice is inside my head. “Stop it, stop it, stop

take place. I’ve had out of body experiences before, so I know that this isn’t what’s happening, but still – I’m both conscious of how irrational I’m being, but unable to do a thing to stop myself from