The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 333

Cora picks up the third call and I narrow my eyes at her even though she can’t see me. I can tell she was screening my calls and only picked up because I’d never, ever triple-call her unless something had happened.

“Ella?” I hear her worried voice say, “what’s wrong?”

“Where are you, Cora,” I demand, letting my tone tell her not to fight me.

“What -”

“Where. Are. You.”

“I’m I’m at the clinic -” she says. “What’s happening?”

“We’re sending a car for you at the clinic, now,” I say, glancing at Sinclair, who nods to me to let me know he’s on it. “Get in it immediately, Cora. Don’t speak to anyone else. Don’t ask any questions.”

“Ella,” she hesitates, her voice wavering. “I can’t-

“This is not a request, Cora,” I growl. “They came for him. They tried to take Rafe. We are sending, a car for you, and you are getting in it.”

I hear a sharp intake of breath from her side of the line, and then a moment of hesitation, and then she agrees. “All right,” she says, and I can almost see her nodding anxiously. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

I exhale a deep breath of relief and nod. “Okay. I love you, Cora,” I say, my voice wavering a little.

–

“I love you too,” she replies, with I don’t know what regret? In her voice?

But before I can ask more, she hangs up.

“The car is five minutes from her,” Sinclair murmurs, squeezing my hand again. “We’ll get her. It

will be fine.”

eyes and resting my head back against the leather of my

the rest of the hour-long ride away from the city

into

slows down and Sinclair sits up in

that lets me know that we’ve arrived because really, it doesn’t

anywhere.

–

the end of what is basically a dirt trail honestly, the past five minutes have been

I ask, looking around at

driver, who presses a button on the ceiling of the car, one of the buttons usually reserved for a garage door opener. And then my mouth drops open as, in front of us, the earth just…opens, sliding upwards like the jaws

going wide as I stare into it. “That is so

cool,” Sinclair corrects, shooting me a little

drive into the entrance and start to drive down a

window to hide his smirk, “who ripped someone’s throat out

Rafe, who stops screeching and looks around in wonder at the sudden change of color, “so imagine

way down the tunnel before the passage opens out into a wide space, like a large

but, perhaps a little bit of me was expecting another blindside on the ride. It is good, honestly, to be here, underground, where I hope no

next free space and Sinclair and I quickly unbuckle our seatbelts and prepare to get out of the car. The other car pulls up

the move.

it all underground?” I

it,” Sinclair replies, “for safety. Though there are some living quarters that peek out

if we deem it safe

carrier with me as I back

follow my mate and our two guards through

the entire structure is very

we pass and note that the walls, floor, and ceiling of all

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