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?”

door anxiously. “Leon came back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give it as long as it wouldn’t give her

dreams. Or any dreams.”

she…say anything?” Sinclair asks,

my own emotions a bit on edge. “You could show a little more concern for her welfare, and not just see

and frustration immediately on his face, but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know her health and safety

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

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

-eight hours…”

in with her,” Roger says suddenly, striding

but he turns to me with his hand on the knob, giving me a look so fierce

from my

to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites

some sleep,”

need sleep. She needs someone to sit with her. It makes sense. Okay?”

my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who disappears into the bedroom – and guiding me towards our own room. “You’re overwrought – let’s get you down

–

shaky, wiping a tear from my face. “How can I sleep when

door behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby from my arms and placing him in his basinet close to

arms and then sitting me down on the mattress, tugging off my leggings. When I’m in my underwear he leaves

head basically eye- level with mine. “You

never let anyone hurt or take Rafe, yes?

Again, I nod.

sleep, darling,” he says, lifting a hand to my face

so you can be strong

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 that

I turn away from my mate and tuck my feet in underneath the blankets, taking the baby with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I murmur, laying the swaddled baby down flat on

him close.”

Sinclair murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and climbing into

forward, kissing Rafe softly on the

on the pillow.

open my eyes again, looking around. But all I see

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

comforted, I