The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 133- Ella gets angry

Ella

.“I’m in the Royal Palace.” I finally burst out. “The third floor, my windows look out over the southern gate… it’s a corner suite.”

At once the crushing weight of his orders dissipate, and I’m left a puddle in his arms. “Good girl.” Sinclair praises me, and I feel positively sick to my stomach. “It’s all going to be okay.”

I can’t stop crying. I’m beating my fists against Sinclair’s chest, angrier than I can ever remember being with him. “How could you, how could you?” I moan, my entire body shaking with the force of my weeping.

“I’m sorry, Ella.” He lets me attack him and never moves to defend himself, only holding me steady as I vent my feelings onto him. “When this is all over, I promise I’ll make it up to you, but I stand by what I said. You’re done hurting yourself for the sake of others.”

“But the world needs you! Not me!” I explode, finding it more and more difficult to take in air. “And what do you think they’ll do to me if you die? How is that going to help anything?”

“I need you, Ella.” Sinclair argues, “I need you as my mate, as the mother of my pups – my Luna. I’m not going to die, Ella.” Sinclair promises. “And neither are you. We’re not going to let him win, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know that!” I combat, heaving in another sob. “I will never forgive you for this, Dominic. Not for as long as I live.”

“The point is that you will live, trouble.” He murmurs, his lips against my temple. “ That’s what matters most. I’d rather you hate me and live, than love me and die – and for that, I won’t apologize.”

“Well I do hate you!” I try to say, but it sounds about as fierce as a wounded butterfly.

“Do you really?” He inquires, a teasing note in his voice. “You don’t sound convinced.”

beg, and I realize that I stopped fighting him at some point. Now I’m clinging to him the same way I had been when he first arrived in my dream, and part of me wishes we could never leave this fantasy realm.

the Palace, Ella. There are passages in and out of the building intended for Royal emergencies. There’s a chance there might be some in your

each other if we’re able to find one?” I sniffle, more confused than anything

cupboard?” Sinclair repeats, a note of amusement in

and trauma. “The point is that I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to fall asleep again, and neither of

much,” Sinclair muses aloud. “The safest option for everyone would be if you can find a passageway. Often the royal family are the

my tears slowing

sometimes telling me the truth has its benefits.” Sinclair states, only slightly smug. The worst part is that he’s right. I always

know all this?” I

supposed to function as each other’s backup in times of emergency – we know the protocols for evacuation and everything else in case the

ask nervously, knowing it will mean

Sinclair shrugs. “Hopefully you’ll be able to get out before that’s necessary. If you can escape

blinking up at him with

planned rendezvous – just like we did the ransom meeting.” I’m surprised to hear that Sinclair already met with the man, and that the Prince is still standing afterwards, then again, he has a very strong trump card as long as I’m in his grasp. “But

far too many ways for

of kisses to my cheek. “You’re just determined to poke holes aren’t you? If he doesn’t then we’ll do this the old fashioned way and go over the walls. If you find a passage then leave some

that I managed to get out?” I object,

up in the wrong room thinking it’s yours and accidentally leave you behind. If we arrive and see the room in that state, we’ll know we’re in

green.” I share, “and

better.” Sinclair nods. “Actually, it would be good if you can try to leave some sort of clue about where the passage was – so

shake my head in awe, not understanding how he can be so calm about all this. Our very lives are on the line, but Sinclair is the cool and collected strategist,