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. “

to read. He’s unpredictable

past politics don’t give any hint?” I ask, feeling

alliances. He votes based on what’s best for his pack,

conquers the continent’ card, or point out the resource strain of accepting sO many

father’s voice always Works wonders – possibly

I don’t really want to talk strategy right

“summit plans? The refugee camp?

we discuss why on earth you’re wearing

my nest.” I correct him saucily. “And besides, you’re not here. Just because you want me n.aked all

to see you n.aked now.” Sinclair interjects, his voice low and husky. His arm is moving just out of frame, and from

màte.”I pull down the fabric to expose one of my b.reasts, cupping the sensitive mound in my hand

so?” Sinclair inquires darkly, his

legs. “It’s been so long since I felt your touch, Dominic.” I might be doing this for show, but it’s only too true. My wolf has been going crazy without affection from her mate, and I wasn’t far from taking matters into my own hands as it was. I gently circle my swollen cl!t with my fingertips, my

you were trying to earn yourself a spanking. But I’l forgive

races and my l.ust spikes as his own movements become more pronounced. He watches me like a starving man as he rubs his hard

I confess, wishing I had both hands free so I could give some

going to do to

me.” Sinclair orders seductively, shifting his own phone so that I

“You’ll start slow,” I finally answer, my voice little more than a whisper. “You’ll k!ss me until my knees go weak… and then you’ll str!p off my clothes and explore evèry inch of my body with your mouth and

tells me sensually. “It’s been too long, and I’ll be nearly desperate to 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

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, barely containing a

I’m so close.”

seeing what a

not sure whether I’m trying to deny his words

He croons, “you’re not loving putting on this