The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 352

Chapter 352-Ella

I’m the last one to the conference room – baby stuff but when I come through the door I’m very surprised to see that it’s just family gathering today.

“Where is everyone?” I ask, holding Rafe close to my chest so that he peers over my shoulder. He’s a very curious baby – he likes to look around, even though he can’t see much yet. I move over to the table where Cora, Roger, Henry, and Sinclair sit, all clearly waiting for me, all with faces which are …drawn. Concerned. And turned on me.

“What,” I breathe, freezing before I can sit down. “What’s wrong? What is it?” “Sit, Ella,” Henry says, waving to the open chair between him and Sinclair.

“No,” I say, shaking my head, the word falling out of my mouth before I can even think. “No way this looks… this looks like bad news.’

And some part of me knows that I’m being ridiculous – that it won’t be good news miraculously if I don’t hear it but still. Fear stripes through me – I really, really can’t handle more bad news now, not after the few days we’ve had. And not if it, apparently, all focuses on me.

“Ella, please,” Sinclair says, looking at me with gentle eyes and pulling the empty chair out. “I promise it’s not as bad as you think.”

“Do you all know?” I ask, going rigid.

“Henry told us before you came in,” Cora replies, leaning forward towards me across the table, Roger’s hand on her back. “He just wanted us to be prepared, so that the focus could be on you when we told you.’

“Oh my god,” I whisper, slowly moving to the chair and sitting down.” Is it me?” I ask. “Did I did I do something?”

didn’t mean to frighten you. I just – it was convenient that you were last, so I told them first so that the focus could

on the mission yesterday. Some of them, I know, would be well enough to attend now, if they were wanted. ” Where are the other researchers?” I ask, knowing that Henry has been

Those who don’t know will be briefed soon. But I wanted to talk about this together, with the main

my lips together in a thin line. “Let’s get

giving him permission to talk in some kind of pre- arranged pattern. This, contrary to what they wanted, somehow makes

kind of intervention or something? What did I do? Feeling my tension, the baby starts to fuss, and Sinclair takes him from me tucking Rafe into the crook of one elbow before draping his other arm warmly over my shoulders. I

and I turn my entire focus to him. “Yesterday,

anything, just clench my teeth and stare

him pinned – he only got to whatever…I don’t know, whatever magical powder allowed him to really fire bomb us, by accident, and when he realized that he was

ask, confused. “Like

his inability to be clear. “I mean, slipped on his words. Messed up. Because he said:

down at Rafe sitting contentedly curled in the crook of Sinclair’s arm. He’s gotten a hand free of his

Henry confirms, drawing my eyes

just shut up and listen, but I can’t help myself. “Did he mean – did the priest mean the God of

sure I’m following along. I’m grateful for it because even though I’m not stupid, I’m panicked enough now that my mind feels

the God of Darkness. And never, in any of our materials both from centuries ago and today – have we ever seen any of the priests or acolytes ever refer to the God himself as ‘master.”

that the rest of them do, apparently, judging by the worried

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