The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 211 – Rafe’s Anger

Ella

I loop my arms around Sinclair’s neck as he carries me through the palace gates, trying to steady myself even as my concerns for his injuries grow irrepressible. “Dominic no, you’ll hurt yourself.” I object, sweeping my eyes over his muscular body. He’s naked as the day he was born, and his abdomen is swollen with black and blue bruises. His feet are bleeding, and numerous smaller bruises and cuts dot his powerful form.

He doesn’t seem the least bit bothered, though I suspect he’s using the last stores of his power to stave off the pain. “Hush now, I’ve been waiting weeks to hold you, you think I’m going to let some sore ribs stop me?” Sinclair quips, brushing his lips over my forehead.

I try to help as best I can, novelxo sitting upright in his arms and using his strong shoulders to support my weight. I’m in the perfect position to explore the curve of his neck, and my inner wolf won’t let me pass up the opportunity. I nuzzle his sweat-stained skin, kissing and nibbling his throat – letting him feel how elated I am to have him home, and just how badly I missed him.

Sinclair emits an appreciative purr, turning his lips to my ear. “Do you want to tell me what mischief you’ve been making to make Philippe and Gabriel so grumpy?”

“Nothing.” I reply innocently, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. “They’re just mean, ill-tempered men.”

Sinclair grins wolfishly, and my heart skips a beat. “Now why do I find that hard to believe?”

“Because she’s the most ungovernable she-wolf I’ve ever met.” Gabriel snorts from beside us, also smiling. “Honestly, you’d think I was nothing but a nobody omega for all the consideration she gives my orders.”

– if you were half the wolf my mate is.” I challenge, feeling thoroughly emboldened with Sinclair’s arms around

to speak to

me up so I couldn’t come after you when you were out there alone and clearly in need of help –

was for you to be out there looking for me with a bomber on the loose.” Sinclair remarks, affectionate but somber as he looks to his old friend. “I know why you felt compelled to come after me, but I appreciate Gabriel looking out for you when I couldn’t. He

was the only one who even believed

pressing soft kisses

put you on bed rest, Ella.” Gabriel

quickly, “I’ll be fine now that you’re back.” He’s still watching me suspiciously, and I’m willing Gabriel not to say more. Luckily the perfect distraction awaits us as we enter the palace itself.

are lined with servants, Vanaran courtiers and refugees from home. nvëlx.o The servants and Vanarans bow and smile, but the refugees drop to their knees with tears in their eyes, looking as though their prayers have been answered – which they probably have. Sinclair nods to each and every one of them with such respect, compassion and dedication, signaling that he sees

his hands over my belly, his eyes drinking in every inch of my changed body. Just look at you. He marvels, his gaze lingering on my ever-enlarging

son. I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten. I wish I could keep you safe in there forever, but I think

for my affection instead of Sinclair’s. I add my touch and my voice, thinking I might understand the

when I say that it was the last thing I wanted. nvëlx.o I never want to

and I can picture our son as if he’s already been born. A miniature version of Sinclair in my arms, sulking because his father left – giving him the cold shoulder as punishment. He got angry with me for the first time too. I reveal to Sinclair through our bond. He’s getting big enough to feel more complex things

if he were able to take the baby from me and cuddle him directly, he would. He would bombard him with love and affection the same way he does to me when I’m cross, forcing the tiny tot to understand that no matter how far away he

When our call dropped the other day… I was really scared. I wanted to protect him so I tried to shield him from my feelings. But I cut myself off from him