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?”

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

dreams. Or any dreams.”

asks, still

by his singular focus 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

softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean it

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

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

-eight hours…”

her,” Roger says suddenly,

hand on the knob,

words from

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

get some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The house is guarded – Cora will be all right

sleep. She needs someone to sit with her. It makes sense. Okay?”

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 is coming

closing the door behind us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby from my arms and placing him

and then sitting me down on the mattress, tugging off my leggings. When I’m

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

never let anyone hurt or take Rafe, yes?

Again, I nod.

he says, lifting a hand to my face and

be strong for them.”

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,

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

him close.”

down to his underwear and climbing

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

on the pillow.

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

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

so, comforted, I