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?”

came back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give it as long as it wouldn’t

dreams. Or any dreams.”

anything?” Sinclair asks, still

“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

says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it like that. You

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

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

-eight hours…”

Roger says suddenly, striding towards

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

from my

to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites

go get some sleep,”

needs someone to sit with her. It makes sense.

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 –

–

from my face. “How can I sleep when someone

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

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,

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,

you know I’d never let anyone

Again, I nod.

lifting a hand to my face and gently cupping my cheek.

you can be

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 for,

and sending a burst of 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

him close.”

murmurs, stripping down to his

Then, he leans forward, kissing Rafe softly on the

on the pillow.

when, scared, I open my eyes again, looking around. But

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

so, comforted,