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.

to take her by the shoulders, to bring

whines.

innocence is one of the 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

in my arms, though, as I press her close to me, nuzzling her face against my chest. My wrack my mind, trying to figure out what to do to

with nothing – nothing logical, nothing real. And so I fall back on the thing that has always brought

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 my mind’s protest that I need to do something – that I should be talking to her – convincing her – Shut up I think to myself. Because right now, she is the only thing

me, 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, pressing herself closer so that my head bends back on my neck. She takes control of our

me, of everything. Let her have me, all of me. And as she does, I realize, suddenly, that her flickering has stopped.

a deep breath, pulling my face away from hers – needing to see,

I freeze, my arms wrapped tight around her body, pressing her to me, staring up at her shocked face which is vivid and warm and

bury my face against her, fighting the tears that spring to my eyes, that

help the two tears that slide down my cheeks as I look up at her. “What’s happening,” she asks, her voice still no more than a whisper. Where –” she

dreaming,” I reply, working to keep my voice steady, my arms

happened the baby?” I see her eyes fill

to calm her. “He’s still – he’s still there.” I

her panic, staring around at

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