The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 289 – Travel Disruption

Ella

The sound of gunfire rings out around us and I feel Sinclair lurch to cover me in the suddenly- still car. Trembling, I try to peek out from beneath his arm as he curses vehemently, his body tense over mine.

The gunfire ends and Sinclair moves, jolting back to the driver’s seat and hitting the gas, spinning the car and heading away from the bullhorn that’s suddenly blasting words in our direction.

“What’s happening?!” I shout, begging for information, doubled over in pain as my body continues its contractions, not caring about the fact that we’re suddenly, apparently, in a war zone.

“The insurgents,” Sinclair growls, glancing over his shoulder. “Picked fucking tonight to push forward with their rebellion – god damn it –”

I glance over my shoulder as well, suddenly seeing a road block in the middle of the street with figures standing behind it, wearing masks and holding guns.

“Humans?” I ask, desperate. “Who don’t want peace?”

Sinclair nods sharply, spinning the car around the city’s center square. I look around suddenly – hadn’t known where we were my eyes fixing on the temple, the palace, these familiar places I haven’t seen in weeks – since

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Quickly, I dismiss the thoughts from my mind, not letting myself go there. “Can we go back? Can we get out of it?”

“No,” he growls, speeding across the square and skidding to a stop in front of the palace. “They’ll have us boxed in by now, and they saw my face. God damn it, I should have seen this coming. They’ll come after us now – we have to get you inside.”

With that, Sinclair jumps out of the car, coming quickly to my side and pulling my door open. I step out and he lifts me quickly into his arms, charging forward to the palace. There are guards waiting at the door who look at us with shock and surprise.

“Alpha,” the guard says. “We weren’t expecting

“Let us in,” Sinclair growls, barely stopping to let his command register and ready to burst through the door if the guard doesn’t open it in time, which, fortunately, he does. “Barricade this entrance all of the entrances – get as many guards here as you can, and let no one in except at my command. Is that clear?”

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The guard nods quickly, all business, ready to follow through on Sinclair’s commands. As soon as we’re in the dark palace, though, I open my mouth, letting out the sharp cry I’ve been holding back. This contraction – it’s horrible, sharper than the others, and fast –

“Sinclair,” I pant, looking up at him. “The baby is coming – we have to get to a hospital –

”

as he pounds up the wide marble stairs.

”

what are we…” I look around, not recognizing what part of the palace we’re in

shoulder into doors and bursting through them until, quite suddenly, we’re in a

slows now and I look around the sumptuous room in awe as he carefully places me on the bed. “Well,” he says, grimacing a little, apology still in his

around, the shock of the situation allowing me to

taking my hand. “I need to go organize those guards, make sure that you are safe, make sure that they know to let Hank and Cora in when

even going to be able to get here?” I gasp, looking up into my mate’s eyes, seeing the hesitation and doubt there. “Cora is across town – and

have any medical supplies

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have to go just for a few minutes – you text Cora, tell her where to come ” Sinclair pauses now, his eyes sweeping over

hesitate and then nod, suddenly, knowing that he has to

him absent for a minute – but I know that without him to lay out

this palace could be

on my face. “We’ll be fine.” I move my hand to

a new mother feels when she goes into

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feels my guilt. But he leans forward, placing a steady kiss on my forehead, and

pain, but I feel my breathing ratchet up anyway as I look around this

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the panic of it all, and thick fat tears squeeze themselves from my eyes. God damn

everything –

the

hands shaking, I pull my phone from the emergency bag and begin to text my sister, letting her know that the plans

I pick it up, my

“Hello?”

the hell is going on, Ella?” Cora’s voice furiously demands, “You

Now.”

can’t,” I explain, my voice shuddering. “We don’t know who is out there or how many people there are

Ella, I’m going to kill him,” she

gasp,

for getting you

growl, willing to defend Sinclair to the

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