The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 132 – Ella Warns Sinclair

Ella

“What do you mean, you won’t tell me?” Sinclair rumbles, full of foreboding. He’s glowering down at me, emitting raw Alpha authority and unflinching disapproval. The idea that anyone would keep me from him – even me myself – seems to be more than he can handle. Still, I know I have to – if he comes after me the Prince will kill him.

I set my jaw trying to look fierce and determined, even though my wolf is whimpering in the face of his ire. “I won’t! I don’t care what you do or what you say, I’m not going to tell you.”

“Ella, what are you talking about? Why not?” Sinclair demands, his hands tightening reflexively on my body and then easing when he realizes how tightly he’s holding me.

“I heard the Prince and Lydia talking, they know you won’t give them their ransom. They think you’ll try to stage a rescue instead, and when you do, they’ll be waiting. It’s all a set up. If you come here they’ll kill you.” I whisper frantically, knowing this won’t dissuade him, but hoping my explanation will at least help him understand why I can’t answer his question.

Sinclair’s eyes glow neon green, and he bares his fangs, “So what would you have me do, Ella? Just leave you as his prisoner?” Before I can conjure any kind of response, he continues, “Not fucking likely, trouble.”

“I don’t have the answers.” I moan, leaning into him in hopes that he’ll calm down. Unfortunately he knows what I’m about, and keeps me at arm’s length, “I just know that rescue is not an option. I’m not going to let anyone else die for me – especially not you!” My throat is itching, my voice thick with emotion as I look up at my mate. “I can’t lose you, Dominic.”

“Sweetheart, if I know there’s an ambush waiting I can prepare for it.” Sinclair reasons, sounding gentler now. I think my upset has calmed his own temper, because he tucks my head under his chin and begins stroking my spine in long, soothing strokes. “I know you’re scared and you probably feel horribly guilty about your guards, but their deaths were the most honorable kind for a warrior. They joined my ranks because they wanted to defend the pack at all costs.”

“it wasn’t – they thought they’d failed. They died believing they hadn’t done their

They fought until the very end, even when the odds were so stacked against them that

to die too!” I cry. “I need you, the

tell me where you are

my head. “I’ve made up my mind, Dominic.” I insist. “I’m better off in captivity than I would be

over the bruise on my cheek.

face into his hand, nuzzling and nibble his palm, “it’s not so bad.” I insist, “A few bruises are nothing in the

grumbles, “They’re something to me, and he’s threatening to do much worse if I don’t end my campaign in the next 24 hours. We

you’re out there making life difficult for

firmly. “And even if you are right, I can’t help you through this pregnancy if

my mind, but I’m smart enough not to repeat these things to my mate. I know in my heart that if anyone is going to put themselves at risk, it should be me. The possibility of my baby’s death is too painful to contemplate, and my inner mama bear lashes out at the thought with primal rage. Still, Sinclair is the one who has to rule, he’s the one responsible

me with narrowed eyes, and too late I realize he’s still got one hand on my tummy, no doubt channeling my feelings through the baby. “But what

bit, but they won’t kill me.” I assert, convinced the Prince wouldn’t give up such a powerful bargaining chip – or perhaps praying that I’m right, since I’m not willing to endanger Sinclair. “I’ll be able to try again. But if you try to rescue

hours to work this out, and one way or another, you need to tell me where you are. I’m not saying I’m going

keep him safe no matter what. “What time exactly do you have to give your answer? Are you meeting him in person?” I question, thinking that if I try to escape when the Prince is out of