The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 276

Chapter 276-Ella Gets Hungry

Sinclair

1 wake, a few hours later, jumping up straight the moment I realize that Elle n’t next to me.

She had drifted off to sleep hours ago after a simple dinner and a movie marathon. While she dozed next to me, I’d spent most of the late hours of the night answered the stack of emails piling up in my inbox and watching her sleep from the corner of my eye. But now, when my eyes peeked open for just a moment after maybe two hours of sleep?

Gone

I hurl the sheets off of me, getting to my feet in a flash, my head whipping around as I search the empty room for her with all of my senses. But my eyes tell me that she’s not here, and my nose. Her scent is dull, but not stale She hasn’t been gone long

A growl starts in my chest as I stalk from the room, looking through the empty hallways for my mate, desperate to find her. She was on bed rest, damn it – where the hell else would she be except bed? Unless Unless, something had happened – but she’d have woken me –

Or she’d been kidnapped – but there’s no way I’d have slept through that.

I follow her scent quickly, my anger intensifying as I realize that it leads me down stairs. God damn it, the doctor expressly forbid her from stairs. I pound down the staircase hurrying through the hall and slamming open the kitchen door –

the kitchen table in the

been caught and lowering the piece of cold fried chicken back

“What are you doing down here?” She looks up at me with her eyes still wide and then gestures at all the food as if it’s

“The doctor told you to stay in bed –

not to go down stairs.” She holds up a corrective finger at me. “He told me not to go up stairs. And I slid down on my butt

groan, throwing my head back and pressing my eyes shut. “Ella,” I whisper between my clenched teeth. “You can’t be taking

back to her, glaring. “I could have gotten you food! Anything you wanted!

have gotten up,” she scolds, her voice worried. “When you’d just fallen asleep, Dominic She shakes her gently at

“feast?” “You have like six couches, Dominic,” she replies, smiling innocently up at me like a little kid who knows they can get out of trouble if they’re cute enough.

of her lovely rose–gold hair.

and reaching for an Oreo, popping it

hasn’t won – not

her selection. It’s absolutely all over the place – fried chicken, pasta salad, cakes, wasabi–dipped peanuts,

I wanted it all.” I grimace as she takes a bite of the licorice, ripping it off with her teeth as she turns

selection upstairs. Maybe we can hire someone…” I drift off into my thoughts, trying to think through solutions as she

running a hand down my face and rubbing my

“See?” she insists, shaking her head and studying my tired face. “I was right – you needed the sleep – you shouldn’t be

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