The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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

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

she snaps. “You’re my nurse now,

to help and reaching down

attention back to Sinclair. Then she turns,

The hall is

to her credit, Cora doesn’t look back, storming forward, ready to get things prepared. I can’t help myself from turning towards the injured men who stumble through the door, my

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

hoping to hell that he doesn’t collapse against me and squish the baby when we both fall

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

into a single bed and, seeing other men taking seats on bed and chairs around the room, I move the young man on my shoulder to the closest

I ask, leaning

be fine,” he groans, waving a hand at me. “It hurts but it’s nothing bad – thank you, Luna,” he murmurs, leaning his head back against the

moving swiftly away, holding my baby’s carrier in two hands now as I hurry over to my mate who

from pressing myself up against him and raising

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

say, touching Sinclair lightly on

grabbing his hand. He turns to her, torn, wanting to go and help his

breathes, her eyes