The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 342

Ella

Sinclair and I wake up late the next morning and frankly I’m grateful that everyone let us sleep in. We had to get up to feed Rafe, of course, but even with that? It’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in a long time.

“Morning,” I murmur, turning over to Sinclair and slinging a leg up over his hip, feeling just… ridiculously relaxed for someone who fought off a pack of kidnappers in her bedroom yesterday.

Sinclair doesn’t say anything, just growls a hungry little greeting and pulls my naked body closer to his, rolling over me a little so that I can feel the delicious weight of him on top of me as he kisses my neck, my shoulder, and then my mouth. “We’re skipping breakfast,” he murmurs, sliding his hand leisurely down the length of my body, “I have different idea for how we can spend

the time

”

“Noooo,” I moan in protest, my stomach audibly growling in support. “I need fooooood!”

Sinclair laughs and pulls away from me then. “Am I not sustenance enough for you?” he asks

pretending to be offended. “Here,” he says, offering his arm, bulging with muscles, “take a bite. It

will keep you going.”

I bare my teeth and lean forward towards it, making my mate laugh, but then I just press a quick kiss to the arm and push him away, reaching for the baby who is starting to fuss in his cradle at

the sound of our voices.

“As delicious as you are,” I call over my shoulder to Sinclair as I lean down to scoop Rafe into my arms, “the baby and I need pancakes.”

“Then pancakes you shall have,” Sinclair murmurs, yawning and crossing to the little metal

bathroom door in the corner of the room. “But I hope that you are aware that these will be bunker

pancakes,” he adds, twisting the nob and pushing his way through, “by which I mean plain toast.”

I laugh, nodding to indicate that that’s fine by me, and then I spend a few sweet minutes alone

with my son, talking softly to him while I feed him his own breakfast, taking my time looking

over, admiring his little face and his thick thatch of black hair, mussed from sleep.

this will surely be a busy, complicated day. But with

can it

Sinclair

the morning we gather in the conference room at the end of the

honestly I’m proud

little pang of guilt runs through me as I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was

if my constant instinct is to work, and to push, and to keep going. Ella and Rafe need my attention as well, just as much as my business

me as he rolls up to my side, his voice quiet enough that no

“What?” I ask, surprised.

and beginning to

father, boy. We still have a

grateful for him. Roger comes over to us and gives us a sharp little

bodily movements we all have in

I shake my head at

shrugs it off, leaning in

up

up straight, though, when Cora and Ella come through the door,

to everyone they encounter, Ella showing off the baby

Cora handing out little cups of coffee that they thoughtfully

Roger says, his eyes wide as he

between Roger and our mates, trying

you not see the

a little disturbed that I don’t, I shake my

hand down his face swiftly in a

you for this, since you’ve been a little…hypnotized by Ella

walked into your life

start, but Roger gives me a significant look

my chest but letting him

speaking quickly, “Ella’s amazing, and I love her, but you let her get away with things that you wouldn’t let anyone get away

right!” I protest, but he continues

–

the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being in love

my eyebrow at Roger, but he ignores

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