The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 268 – The Waiting Game
3rd Person
The hours pass slowly for Dominic Sinclair as he sits at his mate’s side in the post–surgical suite, willing her to live.

Her hand is held tight within his and his eyes are trained on her face, watching her eyelashes flutter every minute or two. Her chest raises and lowers slowly, shallow breaths coming less frequently than they should. She had survived the night. But just barely.

Sinclair wipes a hand down his face, willing himself to stay awake. The surgery took hours and he had stood stoically at her side for every moment of it. It had been agony, watching them cut her to ribbons, listening to them mumble words he couldn’t understand, trying to fix her like some kind of broken car

As if she wasn’t the most important thing on earth. As if she wasn’t the daughter of the Goddess, the future Queen, the mother of his child and – most important of all –

His fucking mate.

It had taken everything in him to stand there and not wrench the tools from the doctor’s hand, to do something, anything, to fix her out of the sheer will of his desire for her to live.

But in the end, after hours of work, the doctor had just nodded to Sinclair, wiping a bloody hand across his forehead. “We’ve done everything we can,” he had murmured, looking down at Ella. “It’s in her hands now.”

Then, they’d wheeled her into this room, hooked her up to what looked like a thousand ridiculous machines, and just left. Left Sinclair here, holding her hand, waiting to see if she lived or died. But damnit, he wasn’t going to let her die. No fucking way.

Nurses come and go periodically, of course, checking on her, checking on him, letting him know that there have been no turns for the worse, asking if he wanted any food, any water, anything at all. He’d ignored them all, focused only on her. His Luna. The light of his world.

A few hours later, a knock comes at the door. Sinclar glances towards it, expecting another nurse, and blinks and surprise when he sees Cora and Roger standing there.

“Dominic,” Roger, his face full of sorrow, his eyes not going to Ella and instead focusing on Sinclair. Roger opens his mouth to say something else, but Cora interrupts.

Cora breathes, hurrying to her sister’s side, glancing between Ella and

lie to spare Cora’s feelings. “She survived the surgery…but the doctor says it could go either way. And that

his face with his hand,

Cora asks,

bond, but he hopes that Ella can. He hopes that they’re holding on to each

but he doesn’t know

her attention on Ella, running her hand over her sister’s forehead, brushing some hair behind her ear. “Come

the moment with her sister, but he takes the hand from his face when he feels Roger grip

been playing lightly in the corner for hours on end, the dialogue

unconscious

then looks back at the television. “Have you

television. The news is on, but he glares at his brother.” No,

”

throws back, frustrated. “I wouldn’t draw your attention away

turns towards the television. To his surprise, it’s an image of Cora. Sinclair blinks, paying more attention now to the words that scroll across the screen, to the picture of Cora glowing with a

He sees her mouth fall open in a gasp, her eyes press closed as a great flare of light erupts from her, turning the screen white as her brilliance overloads the capacity of whatever camera was trained on her. It’s an unrefined image, probably something taken

squints, leaning closer, and he can see – yes, himself, in the corner of the screen, with Ella in his arms,

murmurs, leaning back in his chair. “I

replies, sliding his hands into his pockets, his eyes still on the screen. “But do you know what

head, slumping back in his chair raising one hand to his forehead, his other still wrapped around Ella’s in the bed. It doesn’t really matter to him what Cora did, not really. Because whatever it was, Ella had tried to

peace. “I know that you’re focusing on Ella, brother, but you’re our King now. Or if you’re not, you will be soon. And you need to know

Sinclair grinds out, not taking his eyes from his mate. “Tell me, and be