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?”

the 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

dreams. Or any dreams.”

anything?” Sinclair asks,

frown up at him, 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 on edge. “You could show a little more concern for her welfare, and not just

he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know her health and safety are my first priority. I was just curious if you learned anything

my body against him. “I’m

against my hair. “You haven’t

-eight hours…”

says suddenly, striding towards the

his hand on the knob, giving me a look so fierce it

from my

Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice stern but with an undercurrent

go get some

someone to sit

seeing them, Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger –

–

can I sleep,” I gasp, my voice shaky, wiping a tear from my face. “How can I sleep

the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby from my arms and placing him in his basinet close to

moment,” Sinclair murmurs, turning back to me and – to my surprise – beginning 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

basically

never let anyone hurt or take Rafe,

Again, I nod.

to my face

you can be strong for them.”

me like a child, and resents it, but a larger part of me…god, it needs it. It needs the simple reassurance,

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 the mattress between where Sinclair and I sleep. I move all of the pillows

him close.”

to his underwear

kissing Rafe softly on the head before laying his own

on the pillow.

almost fall asleep when, scared, I open my eyes again, looking around. But

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

comforted, I