The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 293 – First Night

Ella

As they close the door 1 look up at Sinclair and smile. I don’t have any words, but the expression on his face lets me know that he feels exactly the same. Warm, and happy, and a little panicked that we now have to take care of this little person, but thrilled. Absolutely thrilled to be here, with him.

“You were magnificent, Ella,” Sinclair murmurs, tilting my chin up with his finger as he climbs into the bed with me, ignoring the fact that it’s kind of…well. That these sheets will have to be destroyed, to say the least. But Sinclair, I know, doesn’t care. He just wants to be near me, near us.

“He’s magnificent,” I say, turning my attention to my baby and leaning forward to press a kiss to his head. I laugh when I see him squirm. “God, I didn’t know he’d be so mad. What an angry little guy!” I say, running a finger down his perfectly–soft little cheek as he mews and gives little cries.

“Go easy on him,” Sinclair remarks, a little bit of a joke in his voice. It does me good to hear it. “He’s had a hard day.”

“You had a hard day,” I say to the baby, rolling my eyes at him. “Kid, don’t forget who you’re talking to here.”

Sinclair laughs lightly and kisses my head, beaming down at our child.

A sudden impulse overtakes me then, and I follow it without really thinking very hard. “Here,” I say, quickly handing Sinclair the baby and sitting up straight. He frowns at me, confused, as I pull my ruined white nightgown over my head and toss it to the floor. Then, naked, I reach for the baby

again.

quickly unwrap him from his makeshift swaddling and press his warm little body against my chest, sighing in

me at the

then he folds his arms around us as well, making a neat little cocoon so

I say his name to him, loving the feel of it on my tongue.

Hold you in my arms. I have been

now, but my emotions pull together a bit. Warmth, happiness, completion. All the good things I’ve

that, and mostly silent – for I don’t know how long. But a

Rafe is still figuring it out and crying, like babies do. But at the root of him, I can feel that he knows he’s safe. A

asks

up, heading to the hospital bag that we packed and brought with us. As Cora comes to the bed to take the baby, he hands her a little baby blanket with an R embroidered on it, and then he

my mate a little grin, thankful. He nods like it’s the least he can do. As I pull the shirt over my head I watch

opens again, Hank and Roger coming into the room. Hank strides over to us, confident, though Roger hesitates a

beaming down at

you, Hank!” I reply,

get cleaned up?” he asks, all business, gesturing towards the bathroom across the way. “If so, Cora and I can strip these sheets, see what we can do about the mattress before you get -back

up, but then I

can wait a few more minutes, Ella,” Cora smiles at me. “Take a moment

the lower half of my body. Still, I wrap some blankets around my waist as I stand and grab the overnight hospital bag, feeling oddly demure about my naked body. I laugh at the ridiculousness of it, considering what these people have seen in the past few hours, but I just shrug and

going to question any of it.