The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 278 – Just Like Old Times

Sinclair

“Hey baby!” I say cheerfully to Sinclair as he appears in the doorway to our room late that night, leaning against the frame and smiling tiredly at me. “Do you want some pizza?” I hold up the greasy square box perched on the edge of my nest. “There’s only half a slice left but…” I shrug, “it’s really good.

“No, Ella,” he replies, laughing and coming into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. “That’s your cold, hours–old pizza. You keep that for you.”

“Right answer,” I murmur, snapping the box closed, pleased. I was saving that half–slice for my inevitable midnight craving, when I knew I’d be starving for it. “Is it normal?” I ask suddenly, turning my head to Sinclair. “To be this hungry in a werewolf pregnancy?”

He nods, smiling at me and laying down to bring his face closer to my stomach, placing a warm hand on it and saying hello to our pup through the bond. “Yes, it’s normal,” he says, looking back up at me. “There’s a notable uptick in feeding habits in a wolf pregnancy. Baby is hungry and mostly formed, all he has to do now is grow. He needs lots of food for that.”

“Good,” I murmur, running my hands through Sinclair’s hair as he gently strokes my stomach, murmuring little nothings to our pup. “I didn’t just want to be a pig.” As soon as I say the word, though, I have a sudden, striking desire for bacon. My stomach grumbles with longing, making Sinclair laugh.

He looks fondly up at me. “Can I get you anything, oh hungry one?”

I laugh and swat at him. “No,” I say, nodding towards my food reserves on the bedside table. “I’m set for a while. Besides, I just want you.” I scootch myself down so that I’m flat on the bed, moving down so that Sinclair’s face is even with mine, instead of my belly. “I missed you all day,” I pout.

“Did you,” he murmurs, wrapping one of his huge hands around the small of my back to pull me close against him. He angles his head down, nuzzling my mating mark and giving it a gentle lick. I feel a little thrill climb up my spine.

his dark hair again. “Even though I know you were off being important

put my angel mate through such an ordeal,” he teases, brushing his lips with

freeze at this, at the look and intention I see in his eyes. “Dominic,” I warn, pushing him away a little. “You know

mate,” he murmurs, “but just because I’m hungry for you doesn’t mean I can’t control myself. And it doesn’t mean

his arms. I feel a little guilty for doubting him – I know, of course, that my safety

the hem of my pajama shirt. “Sit

to pull my shirt up over my head so that I’m sitting only in my pajama pants and a bra. I wonder what the hell he has in mind. “What are you doing? Just because you’re confident in your

own shirt off, grinning at me. “Don’t worry, trouble,” he says, shaking his head. “I’ll keep you in line.

confusion. “Dominic, what on earth is going

back on the

done that for months –

back against him eagerly, like I’m something he can’t stand

smell like corn chips?” “Why are you surprised,” he chuckles, glancing at the two empty bags on

my god,” I moan, covering my face in embarrassment and going limp on his arms. He laughs, letting me fall flat on the mattress.

lower on the mattress himself, tugging my pajama pants off and leaving me only in my plain bra and cotton panties. I certainly hadn’t worn anything s*xy or alluring

grasp his face as he brings it close to mine. “Wait,” I protest, glancing towards our bathroom. “let

he laughs, pushing me back on the bed. “It’s not your breath – it’s

I groan, covering my eyes with my hand in mortification. “That’s it. I’m not eating anything but pineapple for the rest of