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?”

a sedative so she could sleep. I

dreams. Or any dreams.”

Sinclair asks,

own emotions a bit on

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 health and safety are my

mate, leaning my body against him. “I’m

my hair. “You haven’t

-eight hours…”

says suddenly, striding

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

words from my

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

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

sit with her. It makes sense.

on, trouble,” he murmurs to me, nodding to Roger – who disappears into the bedroom – and guiding

–

face. “How can

Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking

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 I’m in

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

you know I’d never let anyone hurt or

Again, I nod.

a hand to my face and

so you can be strong for

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

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

him close.”

stripping down to his underwear and climbing into the

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

on the pillow.

when, scared, I open my eyes again,

calmly. “You’re safe, Ella,”

so, comforted,