The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 212

Chapter 212 – Tattletales

Ella

“Four broken ribs.” The doctor assesses grimly, “and with all the exercise you’ve done since the initial brakes, they haven’t been able to set or heal. I have an injection I can give you to fuse the bones quickly, but it’s painful, and we still need to set them first.”

“What about his other injuries?” Henry inquires anxiously, seated on the other side of me.

“I’ll do a scan to assess the exact placement of his ribs, and I can extend it to the rest of his abdomen to rule out internal injuries. I don’t see anything else of concern.” The doctor shares with much more optimism.

“He’s got a good size lump on the back of his head.” I inform the physician, still running my hands through Sinclair’s hair.

‘Then you two will match.” Philippe interjects, reminding us all of the way I headbutted his chin in my attempts to reach Sinclair. “When you’re done with him, you ought to check her for a concussion.”

“I hardly think that’s necessary.” I complain, reaching back to see if the area is tender, then reflexively wincing when my fingers graze the swollen knot at the back of my skull.

“It is.” Five dominant voices assert, the loudest and most forceful coming from my lap. I send Roger, Henry, Philippe and Gabriel mutinous glances, much good that it does me.

“I was already planning on examining her.” The doctor relates, having the unbelievable nerve to look at Sinclair now, rather than me. “From the sounds of it she’s been much too active following her collapse.”

“What collapse?” Sinclair demands fiercely, his eyes pinning me with a suspicious glare. I turn my indignant gaze on the doctor now, but my mate catches my chin and returns my attention to him. “Don’t blame them for telling me what you should have told me yourself.”

I argue, feeling truly overwhelmed now. I can’t believe they’re all ganging up on me when Sinclair is injured and needs our attention most. “You’ve been back

his voice gentle, for I’m sure he can sense

blood pressure spiked when Gabriel’s drones found the wreckage from the bomb, that’s all. I passed out and they sedated me. I

gaze swings to the King. “You let her watch you

we would find. Besides, Ella

see that scene and I’ve

me.” I encourage, trying to guide his shoulders back down. He obeys, but I suspect he only does it

like gravel. He reaches up to cup my cheek. “I’m sorry you had

you were gone.” I remind him,

she woke up.” Philippe

Sinclair, truly outraged now. “Would you stop this?!” I exclaim, feeling as though I might scream. I’m so sick of my pack of overbearing babysitters that I could honestly throttle them. And for once, I don’t give a single damn that they’re tattling on me, I care that they might further upset my mate when he’s already

to mine. “Don’t be mad at them, baby.” Sinclair murmurs, sliding his hand to my nape and massaging my tense muscles. “I know you don’t like seeing

time.” I reply thickly, wondering how they can all be so blind. “You almost died… you lost Hugo and

exactly what I wished

overbearing bullies?” I sniff, hating the very suggestion of him

so different from me?” Sinclair asks with

– because you’re my mate.” I reply fervently. ‘You’re only do

do you think it’s different with us,

answer easily, my wolf feeling a bloodthirsty thrill at the thought

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