The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

hapter 163 – Sinclair Visits the Refugees

Sinclair

When we arrive at the air field, I do my best to keep Ella from feeling my nerves. As loathe as I am to admit it, part of me is still terribly afraid that my people will blame me for everything that’s happened. My angel of a mate did wonders assuaging my own guilt, but I know how grieving and heartbroken people often need someone to blame for the world’s cruelty. The Alpha in me kind of wants them to lash out at me, because I know I can take it and at the end of the day the responsibility is my own. The man in me, however, is beyond agitated by the thought of the pain this would surely bring.

Ella glances up at me as we move towards the tents, leaning her slight weight into my side and sending a rush of affection through our bond. It will be okay. Her precious wolf says to mine, and an image of the rose gold canine cuddling up to my brooding black beast appears in my mind’s eye. I pull her a bit closer, purring my thanks in her mind.

I know. I assure her. I’m always okay when I’m with you.

Ella’s cheeks flush pink, and while this usually might put all sorts of ideas in my mind about how to make her blush more, the matter at hand is much too serious. When we enter the first and largest tent, a hush falls over the sprawling space. Whispers of the Alpha start fluttering through the air, and I force myself to meet the eyes of each of the refugees. I’m mildly surprised to realize that the shifters in front of me come from all corners of the continent, far beyond the borders of my own pack. Yet they all call me Alpha with the same tone of reverence.

“I’m sorry I have not visited sooner.” I state, raising my voice to be heard at the far end of the tent. “My beautiful mate convinced me that constantly focusing on war wasn’t good for me or fair to you, and as usual, she was exactly right.”

An appreciative chuckle travels through the crowd, and sweet Ella turns her body into mine, hiding her embarrassed face in my shoulder. I rub her back and drop an amused kiss to her hair, my wolf purring through the bond, What’s wrong trouble, you only like my praise in private?

Apparently feeling emboldened, her wolf answers. Oh so you want me to share my blushes with all these other wolves? I would have thought you wanted them all for yourself but if you insist– before she can turn back I lock my arm around her waist, holding her in place.

depth of my sorrow and fury for what has happened to our home. None of you should be here, none of you should have been forced to flee your ancestral lands, especially not at the hands of the person who is supposed to protect and care for you most. Damon’s actions are a betrayal of the very worst kind, and though I

was for me to leave Moon Valley, and that I never would have done so if I saw another option. It goes against every instinct in my body to flee rather than

working hard to build alliances here in Vanara and am continuing to work with my connections to keep apprised of events on the continent, and when the time is right you have my vow that I will return to lead the rebellion against Damon.

continue, my voice growing strong again amidst my mate’s encouragement. “I may not be able to visit as

people have only kind words and thanks to share. My heart grows lighter and lighter as more and more shifters express how grateful they are for what we’re doing, and that they understand why we

and escaped because the man was targeted by the Prince’s forces for being a possible contender to replace the

thoroughly distracted by the little ones at

“At first it wasn’t clear that you got out, but then Damon put a bounty on your heads, blaming you for the murder of the King and the Alpha council, and of course in doing so

resistance to form around you. Everyone knows you’re out there somewhere, plotting, waiting until the time is right to return. You are a beacon of hope for

shock. “You mean… people aren’t angry that I set all this in motion… that

the only thing keeping them going.” The she-wolf expresses, still sounding bewildered. “The way they see it, you were brave enough to risk everything, including your own campaign, in order to do right by the people. And trust us, everyone would rather you run and be alive to lead us when the time comes, than

relief. Ella’s tiny paw settles on my back, stroking

turning my face to the impudent creature and feeling my heart stop in my chest from the mere sight of her smile. I catch her nape and

along as he babbles excitedly in baby language. When I turn back to the father, I find him watching me with a knowing expression. “It’s amazing isn’t it. How the tiniest look, the simplest gesture,

feel this way about anyone, and