The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 295 – Morning in the Palace

Ella I groan when I wake up, but I don’t open my eyes. Not yet. I feel like I just closed them ten minutes ago anyway – my poor eyeballs need more rest.

Instead, I take a moment to feel my body from the inside out, to check in with myself and see what hurts, what feels good. I’m surprised to find that I can feel remnants of my mother’s gift running through me – what feels like little sparkling tendrils of sunlight, working through my limbs, perhaps healing me. I smile to think of it, smile to think of my mother giving me something that lasts after so many years of her absence.

She is a mother goddess, after all the mother to us all, not just me. But still, as my actual mother, it feels nice to finally have…a piece of her.

I hear my little baby give a little cry and my eyes fly open, searching for him. I sit up in bed, a hand going to my head, and look blearily around..My eyes are drawn instantly – unsurprisingly – to the huge werewolf standing across the room, bouncing a little bundle of blankets in his arm. I smile at my mate’s turned back and quickly climb out of bed, moving towards him.

Sinclair hears me coming and quietly turns, our little boy still fussing a little in his arms.

“Has he been like this long?” I ask, yawning, reaching for my child. Sinclair transfers him into my arms and I feel a quick rushing thrill at the feel of my baby returned to me.

“No,” Sinclair replies with a smile. “He’s been sleeping well – he just started crying now. Do you think he’s hungry?”

I shrug and look up at him. “Probably. I know I am.”

Together we carry Rafe back to the bed and I climb in, rearranging my top so that Rafe can try to eat. Sinclair quietly watches as I work and I let out a little sigh of relief when Rafe quickly latches and begins to suck. I watch him for a moment, instinctually doing a little check on our bond and receiving a little push of happiness and satisfaction back from him.

Suddenly, I begin to wonder something.

a bond with him?” I ask

easily, his eyes still

with your father?” I press further, curious. This brings his eyes up to

certainly,” Sinclair responds. “But no – as you grow, the bond between parents and their children fades a bit. Once a child is able to speak

little bit at this news and Sinclair clicks his tongue and reaches out a hand to cup my cheek when he sees tears

bond with my child,” I say, my voice trembling. “I can’t bear

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different ways. Besides, when he grows up and meets his own

down at my little baby. “No mates for you, Rafe,”

a big

”

and coming to lay next to me, closing his eyes. “Whatever you say, trouble.” I smile at him, watching him drift off to sleep as the sunlight starts to brighten at the edges of the curtains. I suspect that he stayed up all night,

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into a little half–daze as well. About an hour later, though, a little knock comes at the door, waking me. I hesitate and stand, not knowing what to expect, but as I move towards the door

middle of the room and waving him forward.

a warm smile, and glancing at Sinclair asleep in the bed. “How are you, Ella?” he asks, curious. He comes and looks down at the

I think.” I reply, heaving a big yawn. “He’s been surprisingly peaceful. Is that…

little shrug. “Perhaps just lucky. The ambulance is outside waiting – are you ready to go to the

After a quick discussion, I agree to meet Hank at the palace entrance in a few minutes, after I wake Sinclair. He nods and goes out to let the guards and paramedics know the plan. Then, I move over to the wolf sleeping