The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 270

Ella’s Dream

Sinclair

I throw out my hand, grasping for her arm – her skirt – anything – as she disappears from my sight.in a blink. A growl grows in my chest. God damnit, why can’t she just stay still? I put my hands in my pockets and look around at the familiar dream forest, this place we’ve come so many times. But there’s something just slightly… off about it. A haze, an… indistinctness to the details. As if Ella can’t put the pieces together quite well enough.

I’m still here, though, which means some part of her wants me to be. I hold on to this knowledge, desperately, and begin to prowl through the forest. Where the hell is she?

I hear her giggling somewhere and spin my head, looking everywhere for my mate. But then – god damn it, is it coming from above me? I stop, looking up at the canopy of leaves and the clouds, listening hard. Yes there is she in the sky? I cup my hands to my mouth and shout her name upwards.

“Ela!” I cry. “Ella! Come back here!” There’s no response, just more of that giggling. My inner wolf prowls within me, hungry, worried, ready for the chase. But now is not the time to be playing hide and seek. I let my anger and my alpha demand infuse my voice, trying again. “Ella!” I command. I hear the giggling cease. “Get your ass down here! Now!”

And then, suddenly, she’s there again, standing in front of me. I keep my face stern, not letting any of the relief I feel slip through. “Bossy,” she quips, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. “Big bully wolf.”

“Ella,” I sigh, shaking my head and closing the distance between us, putting my hands on each of her cheeks. Her tiny face is so small, so fragile between my palms. And so, so incredibly precious. I let my eyes rove over her, savoring every detail. “Baby,” I murmur. “Come back to me.”

“But I’m right here,” she giggles, wrinkling her nose at me, confused but not dismayed. Her form flickers like a lamp with a bad bulb – now bright, now hazy, struggling to keep alight.

moving my arms to take her by the shoulders,

she whines. “I

things I love about her, but talking to her now…it’s like she’s a little child, like she really doesn’t understand, doesn’t remember what happened to her. And frankly, I don’t know what to do – I hadn’t thought through the possibility of meeting my mate in her dreams, but finding

face against my chest.

real. And so I fall back on the thing that has always brought us together, without fail. I tip her face up to mine and kiss

instantly, giving me a little gasp and taking a step closer to me. But our kiss quickly intensifies. Suddenly, she’s pulling my face down to her, kissing me with abandon. Another moment passes and she’s gasping, as if my kiss is air to her, bringing her life. Her hands sink in my hair, her nails rake against my scalp as she brings me closer, urges me on with her need. My body responds instantly despite

on top of me, her legs straddling my lap as I go to my knees on the forest floor. She moans, grinding her hips against me,

her. I let her take charge of the moment, of me, of everything. Let her have me, all of me. And as she does, I realize, suddenly, that her flickering has

eyes fly open and I draw a deep breath, pulling my face away from hers – needing to see, but desperately scared that if we stop – if

my arms wrapped tight around her body, pressing her to me, staring up at her shocked face which is vivid and warm and real. “Dominic,” she whispers, her eyes suddenly filled with a clarity and knowledge and horror that tells me, without doubt, that she’s

my face against her, fighting the tears that spring to my eyes, that have been pressing

hands loosening their grip in my hair and scrabbling to turn my face up to hers. I can’t help the two tears that slide down

to keep my voice steady, my arms

happened the baby?” I see her

he’s still there.” I can see that

her panic, staring around

her. “It’s all right, sweetheart,” I say, my voice level, soft.