The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 310 – Defense

Ella

Sinclair whips his face up to mine, relief in every line of it. “It’s fine,” he says, his body shaking with his unused adrenaline, “he’s…he’s here…he’s still asleep…”

A sob breaks from my throat as I press my eyes closed and sink to the floor, still clutching the door frame, unable to stop the tremors that run through my body. The past minute – the past thirty seconds, even – were some of the most horrible of my life –

The idea the bare idea that someone had come for my baby – my brand–new child, who I love so much, who I worked so hard to bring into this world –

I’m sobbing freely now, unable to catch my breath, panic overtaking me at the thought. I lean my head against the wood, pressing my face against it, unable to contain myself – to even think

to do anything but cry my heart out in fear, and panic, and grief and, relief at what I thought happened – but actually didn’t happen at all.

I barely feel Sinclair as he crouches next to me, his hand warm on my back, and it’s only when I hear Rafe’s little mew of unhappiness that I snap my face towards him. Sinclair is kneeling next to me, tears streaking down his own face, holding my baby out towards me – Rafe so small and precious that he almost fits in his father’s huge hand.

Desperate, I grab for Rafe, needing the corporeal reality of him against me. I cry harder then, but am able to take deep breaths as I hold my baby in my arms, pressing him against my chest, and running a shaking hand over his hair. He’s crying a little now too, his sleep interrupted –

“You” I say, my voice trembling as I look up at Sinclair, “you sh–shouldn’t have – woken – him up – ”

Sinclair shakes his head at me, his own lip trembling as he works to hold himself together. ” You needed him more than he needed the sleep – we need him.

lowers himself fully to the floor then, drawing me and the baby into his lap, wrapping his arms around us. I can feel his breath deepening behind me as I stare down at my child, shushing him, helping him to fall back asleep. It’s a long time before he does, but when he finally does, I take a deep breath and look back up at my

He meets my eyes then, his green gaze glowing with ferocity. “No one will touch our son, Ella,” he promises. “You have my word on that.

Then, new resolve building in me, I take a deep

is the note?” I ask, surprised by the solidity of my voice. “Here,” Sinclair says, unfolding his fist which I think he’s probably had clenched since he folded

a little and looking around the room. “Do we have enough security

Sinclair growls, standing up as well and striding across the room to where his phone is on the bedstand. “I’ll set that up now. Until then, Ella?” he says seriously. “None of us leave this

and deliberately. When I get there, I calmly lay my baby back down so he can get his rest, exhaling a deep breath as I stand up and smooth

–

whoever

and more as every moment passes. This person they are – they scared me, I’ll admit it. But as I stare down at my

taken on the wrong

precious thing to me in this world. My mate is the most powerful Alpha in the world,

just say they’d better be prepared to face the wrath of a goddess, if they ever want to take what’s

this baby

Rafe’s bassinet, the basket pulled close to me,

one, she says to me, it’s him

it is I know it is – didn’t

shush her, my teeth clenched, telling myself that Sinclar has clearly vetted our security team that he wouldn’t let

to leave a note on our doorstep. How good could his security have been? Or, even if his security is as

knew, someone leaving the party? Was