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.

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“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.

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks, still facing the

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

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

leaning my body against him. “I’m

tired, and stressed,” he murmurs against my hair. “You haven’t had any sleep

-eight hours…”

says suddenly, striding

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

words from

Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice stern but

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

need sleep. She needs someone to sit

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

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

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

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

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

anyone hurt or take Rafe, yes?

Again, I nod.

lifting a hand to my face and

so you can be strong for them.”

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

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 and blankets away from him so he’ll be

him close.”

Sinclair murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and

forward, kissing Rafe softly on the

on the pillow.

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

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

so, comforted, I