The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 184

Ella

Darkness, terror, pain – my wolf being torn away.

Blinding light, loss… emptiness.

I wake screaming, for the sixth day in a row. It’s been a week since Leon uncovered the memory of having my wolf bound, and every night has passed in the same exhausting pattern. I stay awake as long as possible, until I can no longer keep my eyes open, and then there is no time to consider calling my mate. The demons descend the moment I relax my defenses, and I’m helpless to keep them at bay.

Phil!ppe rushes in, a familiar look of worry on his face. His eyes go straight to me rather than scanning the room for threats, because by now he’s learned that the greatest threats are in my head. “Are you okay?” He asks, frowning.

I nod, sitting up in my nest and pushing the blankets away, “It’s just more of the same.”

My phone rings at my bedside, and I take a deep breath before answering Sinclair’s call. “Good morning, mate.”

“Good morning, trouble.” He rumbles warmly, “You missed another dream date:”

“I know,” I say regretfully. “Im sorry, I’ve just been so exhausted that I fall asleep before I can think about dreams.” In truth the nightmares claim me before I can hear my mate’s calls, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to admit that to the overprotective Alpha.

Phil!ppe scowls disapprovingly, crossing his arms over his c.hest in obvious admonition for my lie. I shoot him a warning glare to keep his mouth shut, and he offers me one final glower before retreating from the room so we can finish our call in private.

“Turn on your camera, baby.” Sinclair instructs, “I want to see you.

I do as he asks, hoping I don’t have dark circles beneath my eyes. “Where are you now?” I ask, leaning back against my pillows.

His handsome face appears on the screen, deep green eyes drinking me in like a blind man who’s only just regained his sight. Sinclair is still abed as well, and I can see a hint of his bare c.hest at the bottom of the feed, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he gets comfortable. “The White Claw territory.” Sinclair answers, sounding drowsy still. “

one – very cunning and difficult to read. He’s unpredictable

ask, feeling more awake than my

the board.” Sinclair explains, “And he’s not one for deals and alliances. He votes based on what’s best for his pack, but it isn’t clear how

on Vanara once he conquers the continent’ card, or point out the resource strain of accepting sO many refugees.” I suggest, rubbing my

always Works wonders – possibly because

don’t really want to talk

talk about?” I inquire slyly, “summit plans? The refugee camp? What color dress I should get

we discuss why

correct him saucily. “And besides, you’re not here.

Sinclair interjects, his voice low and husky. His arm is moving just out of frame, and from the hungry glint in his eye,

fabric to expose one of my b.reasts, cupping the sensitive mound in my hand as I admire my mate. “I think if I were n.aked and I had the sight of such a gorgeous, virile Alpha

Sinclair inquires darkly, his wolf

l!p and nod. “I can’t help myself.” I confess, revealing my other b.reast and shimmying out of my nightgown. I lift the phone so he can see my fingers training down over my belly and between my legs. “It’s been so long since I felt your touch, Dominic.” I might be doing this for show, but it’s

growls, sending a delicious shiver down my spine, “Naughty mate.” He croons, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to earn yourself a

I sink ny fingerS into my soaked channel, gasping and m0aning at the sensation, even as I wish it were his hands on my body, his hardness filling me. “Oh you’re really in for it now.” Sinclair warns me, all grumbly and foreboding. My pulse races and my l.ust spikes as his own movements become more pronounced. He

wishing I had both hands free so I could give some attention

wicked things you’re going

own phone so that I can see down

my knees go weak… and then you’ll str!p off my clothes and explore evèry inch of my body with

be inside you. After all this is only the first time of many, so I won’t worry about pacing myself or letting you off easy for all of your mischief while I’ve been away. I’ll drive myself into your tight little pvssy in a single thrust and rut you so hard

to smother my whimpers as I near the edge. “Don’t you dare drop that phone, little wolf.” Sinclair rumbles, sounding as if he’s barely hanging onto his control. “And don’t you dare come yet, because I’m not done telling you my plans.” I whine needily, and he only purrs with satisfaction. “Do you like being watched this way, Ella? Do you like touching yourself on camera for me?” nod,

I’m so close.”

yet, baby. I’m enjoying seeing what a dirty girl

I’m trying to deny his words or hold off the wave of

wrong?” He croons, “you’re not loving putting on this show