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?”

ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give it as long as it wouldn’t give

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks, still

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

sincere. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know her health and safety are my

leaning my body against him. “I’m

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

-eight hours…”

in with her,” Roger says suddenly, striding

with his hand on the knob, giving me

from my

going to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out,

right? In case she needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The house is guarded – Cora will be all right

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

brother–in–law and, seeing them, Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who disappears into the bedroom – and guiding me towards

–

shaky, wiping a tear from my face. “How can I sleep when someone is coming for my baby –

have to sleep,” Sinclair murmurs, ushering Rafe 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 the sleeping baby from my arms and placing him in his basinet close to

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

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

never let anyone

Again, I nod.

darling,” he says, lifting a hand to

can be strong for

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

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

him close.”

Sinclair murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and

he leans forward, kissing Rafe softly

on the pillow.

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

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

comforted, I