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?”

minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks, still facing the

a 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

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

closer to my mate, leaning my body against him. “I’m sorry,”

murmurs against my hair. “You

-eight hours…”

Roger says suddenly, striding towards the guest room

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

words from

not going to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out,

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

needs someone to sit with her. It makes sense.

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 towards our own room. “You’re overwrought

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a tear from my face. “How can I sleep when someone is coming for my baby – when my sister

murmurs, ushering Rafe and I into the room and closing the door behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves 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

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

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

Again, I nod.

sleep, darling,” he says, lifting a hand to my face and gently cupping my cheek. “Because

you can be strong for them.”

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

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

him close.”

murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and climbing

he leans forward, kissing Rafe softly on the head before

on the pillow.

eyes again, looking around.

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

so, comforted,