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?”

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.”

she…say anything?” Sinclair asks, still facing

own emotions a bit on edge. “You could show a little more concern for

Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know her

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

and stressed,” he murmurs against my hair. “You haven’t

-eight hours…”

Roger says

to me with his hand on the knob, giving

words from my

going to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice stern but with

there, all right? In case she needs anything. You two go get some sleep,” he says, his face softening.

needs someone to sit with her. It makes sense. Okay?”

my eyes fill 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 Roger – who disappears into the bedroom – and guiding me

–

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

the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby from my arms and placing him in his basinet close to my side of

“Just 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

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

let anyone hurt or

Again, I nod.

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

so you can be

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

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

him close.”

Sinclair murmurs, stripping down to his underwear

Rafe softly on the head before laying his own

on the pillow.

I open my eyes again, looking

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

so, comforted,