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

means, as I see my sister’s face go pale. But she snaps immediately into her professional demeanor, looking

“You’re my nurse now, all

down to grab Rafe’s carrier and sling it over my

back to Sinclair. Then she

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

the door, my attention immediately going to

arm around my shoulder, taking as much of his weight as I can. Lean on me,” I demand, beginning to move forward

carrier against my other arm, hoping to hell that he doesn’t collapse against me and squish the

walk by themselves through the door

my mate settling the man who cannot walk into a single bed and, seeing other men taking

you all right?” I ask, leaning

it’s nothing bad – thank you,

again soon, but I can’t help myself from moving swiftly away, holding my baby’s carrier in two hands now as I hurry over to my mate who is standing now, talking briskly to

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

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 for a moment before looking over to the door. “I’m sorry,” he says, rushed, “I have

Sinclair lightly on

stops Sinclair by grabbing his hand. He turns to her,

she breathes,

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