The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 332

Ella

“We have to go,” Sinclair commands, looking at his brother and then at me, both of our eyes trained on him. “To one of the bunkers. Where we’re better prepared for a siege, if need be.”

I don’t know what he means – not entirely – but I just give my mate a single nod, agreeing to his plan, trusting him. Roger nods as well, and I’m sure he knows more about it than I do. Sinclair shifts his gaze to the team standing wide–eyed behind Roger and nods to them. Understanding Sinclair’s command to prepare to move, they turn away, instantly in action.

Roger, however, stays perfectly still. “Cora,” he says, looking into Sinclair’s eyes, his intention perfectly clear. He won’t go without her.

“We’ll find her,” I answer, my voice assured. “She’s coming, Roger. I won’t have it any other way.”

Roger looks between us for a moment, his mouth tightening, and then nods once before turning to leave the room to make his own preparations.

“Ten minutes!” Sinclair calls after him. “Less, if we can!” I see the back of Roger’s head nod in

understanding, though he doesn’t turn to say anything else.

Then, my mate turns his attention to me, loosening his arms around me and the baby and coming around to look down into my face. “You’re a mess, little mate,” he murmurs, smiling a little.”

Though I have to admit that I rather like the sight of you covered in the blood of your enemies,

“Thanks,” I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder and pretending a casual air I don’t feel. “I hear it’s the next big thing in fashion. Very chic.”

He laughs a little at my joke and shakes his head at me, but still looks down at me. “Are you all right, darling?” he asks, and something about his voice – the worry in it, the need for me to be

okay, loosens the resolve in me. I feel my face fall then, my knees go a little weak –

Because, really, I can be weak now with him here. My baby needed me before – I don’t regret a moment of it – but I have Sinclair at my side now to keep me safe and I’m free to be vulnerable again.

“I’m not okay,” I say honestly, shaking my head, my voice trembling a little. Sinclair looks

steadily into my eyes, listening. “But I will be.”

placing a single kiss on my hair:

say, zipping myself back up a little and squaring my shoulders as I look my mate

are showers at the bunker,” he says, shaking his head a little

“Maybe – baby wipes? To get the worst of it from our faces and hands? But the rest

to pack the essentials

heading to Rafe’s changing station

and handing them to my mate before grabbing some to wipe my own face. “To think, when I bought these,” I murmur, “this is not the task for which they

”

–

but we both move on quickly, heading

bit of our clothing, and Rafe’s, and then a diaper

can fit. Neither

arms when the other needs both hands.

keep him

this horrible day largely unscathed, we are both, I know,

packing in only a few minutes and head for the bedroom door – which

shattered

passing through and

remains of

I shrug, following close behind him.

and turns, taking my hand as we hurry down the stairs, not wanting to leave my side

group of soldiers next to him carrying

the living room quickly, where I grab it off the

us move out of the house. Sinclair, the baby, and

towards another. There are second cars behind each of these

about the plan, trusting

place for this kind

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