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.”

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. We’re both safe here. I can be

Royal emergencies. There’s a chance

to tell each other if we’re able to find one?” I sniffle, more confused than anything else. “It was hard enough to fall asleep the first time –

repeats, a note

of my swirling hormones and trauma. “The point is that I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to fall asleep again,

if you can find a passageway. Often the royal family are the only ones who

I whisper, my

benefits.” Sinclair states, only slightly smug. The worst part is that he’s right. I always

you know all

to function as each other’s backup in times

my room?” I ask nervously, knowing it will mean I have to

shrugs. “Hopefully you’ll be able to get out before that’s necessary. If you can escape then you can get in contact and let us know to call

fret, blinking

the day to hear from me. I’ll set the meet and tell him the location fifteen minutes before the 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 instead of going to the meeting, my men and I will infiltrate the palace. I’ll reach out of Adolpho and see if

seeing far too many ways for this situation to

fashioned way and go over the walls. If you find a passage then leave some sort of hint for

that I managed to get out?” I object,

could move you to another location, or we could end 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 the right place but we need to retreat. Is there anything else distinctive about your room? A

are green.” I share, “and

nods. “Actually, it would be good if you can try to leave some sort of clue

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