The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 236 – Aileen’s Sorrow

Ella

Once Sinclair returned and I was allowed off of bed rest, I finally got the opportunity to visit Hugo’s widow Aileen. At least, I thought I would have the chance – instead I was turned away from her door and told in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t accepting visitors. I’ve been back every day since, but this morning is the first time she’s allowed me inside.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” I ask her gently, knowing better than to offer her empty apologies and condolences. “Anything at all?”

“You already are,” She answers wryly, looking up at me from her bed. “You know you, Dominic and Henry are the only ones who have come to see me? Not just to tell me how amazing Hugo was or say how much they pity me, but to find out how I’m doing because you truly care. And of the three of you, you’re the only one who hasn’t gotten the message to leave me alone.”

I shrug, not feeling the least bit sorry. “Sometimes we want to be left alone precisely when we shouldn’t be.” I frown, thinking about the other wolves in the palace – our fellow countrymen. “And don’t take the others’ absence personally. Everyone is caught up in their own worries with the war, and no one likes to be reminded of how quickly it can all be taken away… your grief makes it impossible to avoid.”

Aileen snorts, “you don’t beat around the bush, do you?”

“Would you rather I did? That I diminish the gravity of your loss for the sake of politeness?” I ask, hoping that I’m not miscalculating. My prayer is that a bit of reverse psychology will help Aileen come back to herself for the sake of her pup – who has been spending a great deal of time in the nursery since his mother disappeared into her grief.

“I still have my boy.” Aileen answers firmly, reminding herself of the very fact I came to press upon her

“And how is Davey doing?” I inquire pointedly, though I already know the answer. Sinclair and Henry have been spending any time they can with the poor pup – not that this amounts to much. The horrible reality is that none of us have the bandwidth to give the bereaved the attention they deserve, but the same is true of all the refugees. Doing our jobs as leaders means neglecting them in the present, so that we can ensure they have a future.

Aileen’s gaze drops to her lap, an expression of profound shame overtaking her features. “He’s devastated of course – he thought his father hung the moon. He’s the only thing keeping me going… if he wasn’t here I think…”

he here?” I question gently, looking around the

kept our bond open, but only just. I didn’t want him to see me like

you’re hurting just as badly as

Aileen argues, “and the Alpha.

aren’t his mother. It’s not the same.” I insist, rising to my feet. “Come with me to visit the nursery,

circles under her eyes and dirty, lank hair. “I promise you, he doesn’t care how you look – only that you’re there.” I

– another scheme I concocted in hopes Aileen might take comfort from people

dark head is racing towards us through the familiar space, crashing into his mother’s arms with tears streaming down his cheeks.” Mommy where have you been?!” He cries, his words muffled against

takes a moment for her to break. When it does happen, she shatters before our very eyes, crashing to her knees and dragging the

I’ve b-been sad too!” Davey complained, sniffling, “I k-kept trying to c- come see

then Isabel and

shoulder, a pained expression on his handsome face as he

me.” I correct, running my hands over my baby bump and thanking the stars for my

could do more for all

fact, I do.” Sinclair reveals, kissing

gasp, stopping in my tracks. ‘That’s

encouraging me to keep walking. ‘The bastard is dead, but he told Damon the assassination

I inquire, my wolf howling with vengeful joy to know our enemy is no

surprising me. “Damon knows you’re here and he believes I’m out of the way. I’m sure he

more at risk?” I muse aloud, probing our bond for signs of alarm. “And you’re still going to let me

it too hard, trouble.” Sinclair teases, his voice barely more than a growl. “But yes, I believe we made the right