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?”

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

dreams. Or any dreams.”

asks, still facing the

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 concern for

frustration immediately on his face, but then he softens “I’m sorry, Ella,” he says, sincere. “I didn’t mean

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

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

-eight hours…”

going in with her,” Roger says suddenly, striding towards the guest

with his hand on the knob,

words from my

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

needs anything. You two go get some

to sit

and, seeing them, Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to me,

–

can I sleep,” I gasp, my voice shaky, wiping a tear from my face. “How can I sleep when someone is coming for my baby

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

my shirt up over my head and arms and then sitting me down on the mattress, tugging off my leggings. When I’m in my underwear he leaves me for a moment, disappearing into the closet and returning with a soft nightgown, which he

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

anyone hurt or take

Again, I nod.

hand to my face and

so you can be

it, but a

sleeps in the bed with us, okay?” I murmur, laying the swaddled baby down flat on the mattress between where Sinclair and I sleep. I move all

him close.”

to

leans forward, kissing Rafe softly on the

on the pillow.

eyes again, looking around. But

Ella,” he

so, comforted, I