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.”

Sinclair is injured and needs our attention most. “You’ve been back ten minutes and you’re in much worse

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

I can in the futile hope that he might not catch all the details. “It wasn’t a big deal. My blood pressure spiked when Gabriel’s drones found the wreckage from the bomb, that’s all.

to the King. “You let

what we would find. Besides, Ella

me to see that scene and I’ve been in battle. What the hell were you

his shoulders back down. He obeys, but I

like gravel. He reaches up to cup my cheek.

enough to convince me you were gone.” I remind him, leaning down to kiss his pillowy lips, “My faith in our

again after she woke up.” Philippe offers, his arms crossed over his chest. “She just

give a single damn that they’re tattling on me, I care that they might further upset

out to mine. “Don’t be mad at them, baby.” Sinclair murmurs, sliding his hand to my nape and massaging my tense muscles.

wondering how they can all

what I wished – taking care of you and Rafe when I couldn’t.”

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

from me?” Sinclair asks with a crooked

I reply fervently. ‘You’re

different with us, Ella?” Philippe grouses, pulling my attention away from

let anything happen to me.” I answer easily, my wolf feeling a bloodthirsty thrill

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