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?”

don’t know,” 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 it wouldn’t give her

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks, still facing the

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

“I didn’t mean it like that. You know her health and safety are my first priority. I was

sigh, stepping forward closer to my mate, leaning my body against

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

-eight hours…”

Roger says

with his hand on the

words from my

do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice

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

needs someone to sit with her.

Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who disappears into the bedroom

–

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

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

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 and returning

brings his head basically

know I’d never let anyone hurt

Again, I nod.

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

be strong

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

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 Sinclair and I sleep. I move all of the pillows and blankets away from him so he’ll

him close.”

idea,” Sinclair murmurs, stripping down to his

he leans forward, kissing Rafe softly on the head before laying

on the pillow.

my eyes again,

meeting mine calmly. “You’re safe, Ella,” he whispers.

comforted, I