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.

dreams. Or any dreams.”

asks, still facing the

“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

he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean

mate, leaning my body

and stressed,” he murmurs against my hair. “You

-eight hours…”

with her,” Roger says suddenly, striding towards the

turns to me with his hand on the knob,

from my

bites out, his voice stern

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

needs someone to sit with

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 Roger – who

–

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

and closing the door behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and

for 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,

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

I’d never let anyone hurt or

Again, I nod.

he says, lifting a hand to my face and gently cupping my

you can be strong

lip trembles a little in overwrought 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 reminder that – at my most basic level – I am cared

baby with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us, okay?”

him close.”

to his

us. Then, he leans forward, kissing Rafe softly

on the pillow.

my eyes again, looking

Ella,” he whispers.

so, comforted, I