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.”

cheating.” I inform him, narrowing my

“Is it now?”

in response to my

territories can be? Especially for mischievous little wolves too clever and too

to

he put out for my wolf,

you get to break your promises then I don’t see why I

he doesn’t need

to stay close to him, never

he was just being cautious — and rightly so after everything we’ve been through, but now those same promises are providing my

to my own, and in an instant I realize that the best way

“Ella—”

using my name as if it’s an

I suggest, cutting

their wolf form.”

comfortable and secure in their secret lands that they feel no danger shifting in public, let alone in broad

be around so many strangers.” Sinclair cautions, shaking

a good

wolf doesn’t care

she’s clawing at my skin, begging

grips my nape, I said

and my body

as I tremble, jerk and whimper

front of him

their with his arms crossed over his chest, disapproval rolling off of him

abs, wishing I was

over his neck and

I

not amused by

voice sounds in my

I jump down and bound around his legs, nudging him and repeating my pleading

the stoic Alpha finally caves, his massive wolf bursting free with a

and she only wants

pouncing on him the

humor

for a moment before he pins me beneath him, plopping his heavy

what you wanted, trouble? He teases,

I want to run! I whine, squirming under him but finding myself

Hmm, I don’t know.

of like having you right here, your little

He informs me huskily.

I complain,

does release my neck and shift his weight so he can investigate my