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?”

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

dreams. Or any dreams.”

asks, still

him, a little annoyed 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 more

on his face, but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I

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

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

-eight hours…”

her,” Roger says suddenly, striding towards

turns to me with his hand

from my

Roger bites out, his voice

some sleep,” he says, his face softening. “The house is guarded

She needs someone to sit with her. It makes sense.

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

–

my face. “How can I sleep when someone is coming for my baby – when my

us. Then he takes me by the shoulders and moves me towards the bed, taking the sleeping baby from my arms and placing him in his basinet

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

which absurdly brings his head basically eye- level with mine. “You trust me,

never let anyone

Again, I nod.

hand to my face and gently cupping my cheek.

can be strong

a little in overwrought exhaustion then. A little part of 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,

sending 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 with us, okay?” I murmur, laying the

him close.”

Sinclair murmurs, stripping down to

kissing Rafe softly on the head

on the pillow.

asleep when, scared, I open my eyes

Ella,” he whispers. “We

so, comforted,