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?”

came back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks,

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 see

anger and frustration immediately on his face, but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I

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

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

-eight hours…”

says suddenly,

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

words from my

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

emotion. “I’m just going to…be there, all right? In case she needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he says,

sleep. She needs someone to sit

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

–

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

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 my

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

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

know I’d never let anyone hurt or take

Again, I nod.

he says, lifting a hand to my

can be strong for them.”

little part of me knows that Sinclair is talking to me like a child, and resents it, but a larger part of me…god,

bond, 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 the mattress between where Sinclair and I sleep. I move all of the pillows and blankets away from him so he’ll

him close.”

stripping down to

he leans forward, kissing Rafe softly on

on the pillow.

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

safe, Ella,” he whispers. “We all

comforted, I