The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 349

Chapter 349-Ella

“It’s been too long,” I mutter, twisting my fingers together with my eyes fixed on the hard iron door of the bunker. I have one hand on Rafe’s little carrier as he sleeps peacefully beside the two uncomfortable chairs that Cora and I dragged down the hall, wanting to be as close to the entrance as possible so that we get news as soon as it comes.

“Ella,” Cora seethes through her teeth. “You have got to stop saying that. You’re making me freak out.”

“It’s not me that’s making you flip out,” I retort, angry. “It’s our idiot mates, who insisted on leaving here four hours ago and haven’t called once to let us know that they’re all right -”

But then, as if my words are magic, the door bangs open and Cora and I instantly leap up from our seats.

I gasp, almost breaking into tears when I see that the first figure through the door is my mate. I hurl myself towards Sinclair, intent on wrapping him in my arms, but I come to a skidding stop as I realize that he’s carrying one of his men, unconscious and bloody and

“Oh my god,” I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth as I stop and actually look at my mate 1 notice the burns that have ripped through his clothes, leaving red welts across his exposed skin

Notice the horrible burned flesh of the man in his arms –

Sinclair’s eyes linger on me for half a longing second before moving sharply to my sister. “Cora,” he gasps, “help – it’s bad -”

She rushes to him in a moment, assessing the soldier, but Sinclair jerks him away, shaking his head. “No, Cora,” he insists, making her look up at him. “We need – we need space them-” all of

I see my sister’s face go pale. But she snaps immediately

snaps. “You’re my nurse now, all

I hurry to agree, eager to help and reaching down to grab Rafe’s carrier and sling it over my

largest room,” she demands, turning her attention back to Sinclair. Then she turns,

Sinclair begins to move, more of the men begin to stumble through the door. The hall is

ready to get things prepared. I can’t help myself from turning towards the injured men who stumble through the door, my attention immediately going to the red- haired young man the one who spoke in the meeting,

as much of his weight as I can. Lean on me,” I demand, beginning to move forward as I

weight, trying to also balance Rafe’s carrier against my other arm, hoping to hell that he doesn’t collapse

– following the men who can walk by themselves through the door into

into a single bed and, seeing other men taking seats on bed and chairs

right?” I ask, leaning

thank you, Luna,” he murmurs, leaning his head back against the pillow and squeezing his

away, holding my baby’s carrier in two hands now

gasp, unable to stop myself from pressing myself up against him and raising a hand to touch his

me, turning his intense gaze to me for one long, lingering second, clearly relishing the sight of me before he turns his eyes to Rafe, who cries a little in his carrier. Sinclair lingers, looking at his son, for just

lightly on the arm and urging

grabbing his hand. He turns to

she breathes,

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