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 –

she’s suddenly there. Seated alone at the kitchen table in the dark, surrounded by a pile

she’s been caught and lowering the piece of cold fried chicken back down

her side, relief washing through me like a wave. “What are you doing down here?” She looks up at me with her eyes still wide and then gestures at all

I don’t let her off the hook. “The doctor told you to

me. “He told me not to

my eyes shut. “Ella,” I whisper between my clenched

hungry!” she protests. I snap my gaze back to her, glaring. “I could have gotten you food!

her voice worried. “When you’d just fallen asleep, Dominic She shakes her gently at

the rather shocking amount of food gathered on the kitchen table, “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. Damn it, but it works. Just a little. “I’d have napped on one of those until morning, when you got up, and could lift me in your big strong arms and take

play with the ends of her lovely rose–gold hair. I’m starting to calm now, realizing that

smile and reaching for

help laughing at this and pull a chair out for myself, sitting next to her. She hasn’t won – not yet but…well, I can’t really

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

you to bring me food. I didn’t know what I wanted. Turns out, I wanted it all.” I grimace as she takes a bite of the licorice, ripping

into the pantry like a mouse. We’ll just make sure you have a better selection upstairs. Maybe we can hire someone…” I drift off into my thoughts, trying to think through solutions

running a hand down my face and

and look at her worried face. “See?” she insists, shaking her head and studying my tired face. “I was right – you needed the sleep – you shouldn’t be up, Dominic – you’re not on the pregnancy clock like me. You should be

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