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?”

back about ten minutes later, offering a sedative so she could sleep. I told him to give it as

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks,

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

turns his 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 that. You know her

my mate, leaning my

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

-eight hours…”

going in with her,” Roger says suddenly, striding

hand on the knob, giving

from my

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

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

She needs someone to sit with her. It

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

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

arms. “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 mattress, tugging off my leggings. When

down in front of me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye- level with mine. “You trust me, right?”

anyone hurt or take Rafe,

Again, I nod.

hand to my face and gently cupping my cheek. “Because

be strong for them.”

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

taking the baby with me. “Tonight he sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I

him close.”

down to his underwear

leans forward, kissing Rafe softly

on the pillow.

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

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

comforted,