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?”

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

dreams. Or any dreams.”

asks, still facing

snap, my own emotions a bit on edge. “You could show a little more concern for her welfare, and not just see her as

swiftly 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

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

he murmurs against my hair. “You haven’t had any sleep in

-eight hours…”

says suddenly, striding

his hand on the knob, giving

words from my

not going to do anything, Ella,” Roger bites out, his voice stern but

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

She needs someone to sit with her. It

shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who

–

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

me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby from my arms and placing him in his

undress me, tugging my shirt up over my head and arms and then sitting me down on the mattress,

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

anyone

Again, I nod.

lifting a hand to my face

you can be strong for

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,

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

him close.”

down to

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

on the pillow.

almost fall asleep when, scared, I open my eyes again, looking around. But all I

mine calmly. “You’re safe, Ella,” he

so, comforted,