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?”

minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him

dreams. Or any dreams.”

asks,

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

attention to me, anger 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 are my first priority. I was just curious if

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

against my hair. “You haven’t had

-eight hours…”

with her,” Roger says suddenly, striding

hand on the knob, giving me a look so fierce

from

to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice stern

two go get some

needs someone to sit with her.

at the sweet sincerity of my brother–in–law and, seeing them, Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs

–

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

behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping

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

front of me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye- level with mine. “You trust me, right?” he asks,

you know I’d never let anyone hurt or

Again, I nod.

lifting a hand to my face and gently cupping my cheek. “Because

can be strong

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 that – at my most basic level – I

sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I murmur, laying the

him close.”

stripping down to his underwear

forward, kissing Rafe softly on

on the pillow.

my eyes again, looking around.

Ella,” he whispers. “We

so, comforted,