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

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks, still

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 see her as a source

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

my body against him.

against my hair. “You haven’t had

-eight hours…”

Roger says suddenly, striding towards the guest room

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

from my

Ella,” Roger bites out, his

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

someone to sit with her.

my 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

–

from my face. “How can I sleep when someone

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

a 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 slides gently over my head. That done, he quickly dips down, lifting

me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye- level with mine.

anyone hurt or take Rafe, yes?

Again, I nod.

he says, lifting a hand to my

be strong

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

my feet in underneath the blankets, taking the baby with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us, okay?”

him close.”

to

softly

on the pillow.

almost fall asleep when, scared, I open my eyes

safe, Ella,”

so, comforted,