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?”

ten minutes later, offering a

dreams. Or any dreams.”

asks, still facing the

your sister too now, Dominic,” I snap, my own emotions a bit on edge. “You could show a little more concern for her welfare, and not just

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

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

my hair. “You haven’t had any

-eight hours…”

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

“I start, but he turns to me with his hand on the knob, giving me a look so fierce it

from

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

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

sit with her. It makes sense.

the sweet sincerity of my brother–in–law and, seeing them, Sinclair wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come on, trouble,” he murmurs to

–

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

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

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 my underwear he leaves me for a moment, disappearing into the closet and returning with a soft nightgown, which he

his head basically eye- level with mine.

never let anyone

Again, I nod.

says, lifting a hand to my

you can be strong

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

Sinclair and 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 swaddled baby down flat on the mattress between where

him close.”

Sinclair murmurs, stripping down to his underwear and climbing into the

Rafe softly on the head before laying his own

on the pillow.

eyes again, looking around. But all I

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

comforted,