The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 156 – Sightseeing Ella

The Vanaran capital feels like a different planet.

Everywhere we look crystals tower over us, carved into the most intricate forms I’ve ever seen.

The shifters populating the city are friendly and open in their curiosity, and we frequently stop so Gabriel can chat with the locals and introduce us.

It’s all so easy and peaceful, no lies, no secrets, just wolves living openly together in harmony.

Watching Gabriel, I see a leader who is strong but compassionate, ruthless but open-minded.

He’s intelligent and has as much raw power as my own mate, though he lacks Sinclair’s dangerous edge.

I expect Gabriel would be quite deadly if pushed, but he’s much more easy going than my own brooding Alpha.

Then again, he’s not the one exiled and preoccupied with planning a revolution.

Still, for a moment I envision a future world where Sinclair is the King of the united packs, and Damon’s regime is a long-forgotten nightmare.

In my heart I know this is the kind of society my mate could create as leader; Gabriel’s utopian world n.ovelebook could be our own, if only we could take back our home.

Maybe it’s naive to think a traumatized society could recover completely and achieve this sort of easy comfort…After all it’s not like Sinclair could simply snap his fingers and undo all the suffering caused by his predecessor.

No, if we can win this war we’ll have a monumental task ahead of us in terms of healing and rebuilding the united packs, and earning the trust of an oppressed people.

But I believe that if anyone can achieve this goal, it’s Sinclair.

I turn to look up at the man in question, so inspired by this vision that I want to share my hope with him.

However when I see his face he looks a million miles away.

His granite jaw is clenched and his gaze is hawkishly scanning our surroundings.

He manages to smile and greet the various people we meet, but his grip on my waist never loosens, and he never loses the hardness in his eyes.

I lean into his side as a cool breeze flutters through the square, carrying the scent of rain.

“What good is coming out if you’re not going to actually be present?”

I inquire, poking his muscular chest.

The huge Alphe looks down at me with dry amusement, closing his powerful hand around my offending finger.

“I said I would come along, I didn’t promise to forget my worries.”

inform him, narrowing

“Is it now?”

arching his brow in

can be? Especially

to

bait he put out for my wolf, and laying a bit

you get to break your promises then I don’t

know he doesn’t need

him, never go out of sight and tell him the moment I sensed anything

we’ve been through, but now

responding to my own, and in an instant I realize that the best way to get my mate out of his shell, is to do it

“Ella—”

my name as if

shift.” I suggest, cutting

people here are in their wolf form.” I say, gesturing to the

true, it seems the Vanarans are so comfortable and secure in their secret

wolf is too inexperienced to be around so many strangers.” Sinclair cautions, shaking

not a

doesn’t care for

that I’ve made shifting a possibility, she’s clawing at

Freedom! Sinclair grips my nape, I said

sings defiantly, and my body shudders as the

tremble, jerk and

front of him as my wolf, my dress in tatters

look up at my mate, who stands their with his arms crossed over his chest, disapproval

brace my paws on his rock-hard abs, wishing I was tall enough to lick the frown right off

swipe my tongue over his neck and nuzzle his chest with my snout, Come

I beg,

not amused

sounds in my

bound around his legs, nudging him and repeating my pleading

that the stoic Alpha finally caves, his massive wolf bursting free

and she only wants to

him the moment

tinged with humor now,

play for a moment before he pins me beneath him, plopping

you wanted, trouble?

want to run! I whine,

Hmm, I don’t know.

right here, your little paws in

He informs me huskily.

mercy to do what? Suffocate me? I

efforts, but he does release my neck and shift his weight