The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 316 – Safe?

Ella

Forty–five minutes later, I back out of the bedroom, snicking the door shut behind me. Then, I

stand up, closing my eyes and exhaling a long breath.

“Is she all right?” a voice hisses, right behind me.

I leap about a foot in the air, managing to muffle my shriek as I spin to see my mate standing

about six inches from me, looking down with a worried expression. I smack him, hard, against the

chest – more to get my adrenaline out than to actually hurt him – and glare up at him, mad at him

for scaring me like that. Sinclair just blinks at me, waiting, my smack having had no effect on him

at all.

–

“Back up,” I whisper, putting my hands on his wide, muscled chest and pushing backwards. “She’s

asleep, finally – where is the baby?”

“He’s here,” Roger says, standing at the end of the hall with his godson in his arms. I smile, a little,

at the sight as I move forward with my arms open. Roger quietly passes my baby to me and I smile

down at my son, something in my body that has been anxious without him in the same room as

me finally coming to rest.

“Seriously, Ella,” Sinclair says, looking back towards the closed door of our guest room. “Is Cora

okay?”

anxiously. “Leon came back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give it

dreams. Or any dreams.”

anything?” Sinclair asks, still

a little annoyed by his singular focus on information. “You know she’s your sister too now, Dominic,” I snap, my own emotions a bit

but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t

my mate, leaning my body against him. “I’m sorry,” I

he murmurs against my hair. “You haven’t had any sleep in about

-eight hours…”

her,” Roger says suddenly, striding towards the guest room

hand on the knob, giving

from

anything, Ella,” Roger bites

she needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The house is guarded

She needs someone to sit with her. It

murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who disappears

–

from my face. “How can I sleep when someone is

and I into the room and closing the door behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking

to undress me, tugging my shirt up over my head and arms and then sitting me down on the mattress, tugging off my leggings. When I’m in my underwear he leaves me for a moment, disappearing into the closet and returning with a soft nightgown, which he slides gently over my head. That done, he quickly dips down, lifting Rafe and returning

in front of me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye-

know I’d never let anyone hurt or take Rafe, yes?

Again, I nod.

lifting a hand to my face and gently cupping my

be strong

a little in overwrought exhaustion then. A little part of me knows that Sinclair is talking to me like a child, and resents it, but a larger part of me…god, it needs it. It needs the simple reassurance, the warm reminder

with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I murmur, laying the swaddled baby down flat on the mattress between where Sinclair and I sleep. I move all of the pillows and blankets away from

him close.”

murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and

softly on the head before laying his own head

on the pillow.

open my eyes again, looking

meeting mine calmly. “You’re safe, Ella,” he whispers.

so, comforted,