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?”

I say, looking towards the door anxiously. “Leon came back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give it as long as

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks, still facing the

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

and frustration immediately on his face, but 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

mate, leaning my

he murmurs against my hair. “You

-eight hours…”

says suddenly, striding towards the guest

his hand on the knob, giving me a look

words from my

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

case she needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he

needs someone to sit with her.

shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who disappears into

–

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

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

and then sitting me down on the mattress, tugging off my leggings. When I’m in my underwear he leaves me for a

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, sniffing,

I’d never let anyone hurt or take Rafe, yes?

Again, I nod.

darling,” he says, lifting a hand to my face

be strong for

then. A little part of me knows that Sinclair is talking to me like a child, and resents it, but a larger

gratitude down our 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

him close.”

Sinclair murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and

leans forward, kissing Rafe softly on the head before

on the pillow.

fall asleep when, scared, I open my eyes again, looking around.

“You’re safe, Ella,” he whispers. “We

so, comforted, I