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?”

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

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks, still facing the

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 of

attention to me, anger and frustration immediately on his face, but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it like

forward closer to my mate, leaning my

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

-eight hours…”

her,” Roger says suddenly, striding

“I start, but he turns to me with his hand on the knob, giving me a look so

words from my

bites out, his voice

some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The

sleep. She needs someone to sit

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

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

and I into 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

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

now,” he says, kneeling down in front of me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye- level with

anyone hurt or take Rafe,

Again, I nod.

darling,” he says, lifting a hand to my

you can be strong

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

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

him close.”

murmurs, stripping down to

kissing Rafe softly on the head before laying his own

on the pillow.

scared, I open my eyes again, looking

Ella,” he whispers. “We all

comforted,