The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 373: Betrayer

Roger

“My phone,” Dominic murmurs as I look over his wounds. “Fuck your phone,” I murmur, shaking my head and leaning closer to a deep slice on his stomach that makes me hiss with anxiety.

“Roger,” Dominic snaps, and I look up at him with a frown. “The priest – he said the master had Rafe. Check my fucking phone – Ella will…” his head. 1 falls back, exhausted. But I interpret his meaning. So, I reach for his back pocket. Dominic moans loudly as I turn him a little so that I can get behind him, but eventually I get the phone and flick through it, my face going pale at what I see.

“Shit,” I murmur, flipping through the messages first from our father’s phone and then an unfamiliar number.

“What?” he asks.

“They don’t have Rafe,” I sigh, tucking the phone into my own back pocket. ” The priest was wrong about that. The baby’s still with Ella and Cora. But…” I sigh, and Dominic opens his eyes to look at me, bidding me silently to tell him everything I know. “They attacked the bunker when we left. The girls got out through the passage – they had to leave dad behind. And…Cora’s hurt,” I say, working hard to get the words out steadily. “They went to Hank, to try to patch them up.”

Dominic’s eyes go wide now. “Ella’s gift?”

“Bound,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t know how-”

“Doesn’t matter,” my brother murmurs, and then to my shock – he curls his body to sit up, almost screaming at the pain it causes him.

“Dominic!” I shout, putting my hands on his shoulders, but he works to swat me away, so I back off.

“We have to get to them,” Dominic says, panting and holding my eyes. We can’t – we can’t trust Hank…”

say, shaking my head. “You’re in,” I hesitate, but when I look at the blood seeping from his wounds I know

and I sigh, knowing it’s a

a little shrug and working to put my arm beneath my brother’s shoulder to help him up. “But if you fall to pieces on the way, don’t

something in response as we get him panting to his feet, but I ignore it, seeing

here. If the

need transport, now. You take all the men – injured and healthy – back

giving us a quick

starts to give commands to the men. “That one needs

eyes on the stairs. “Right now, let’s just figure out how the hell we’re getting me

Ella

dart to Hank, going immediately wide. And suddenly, Henry’s ideas echo in my mind. That we can’t trust Hank. That he’s gotten too close to our family too quickly. That he’s an ambitious, eager man who has worked suspiciously hard to work to a place of trust

how I could use it? Did he really really want to help Cora and her baby? Or was there

I gasp, throwing a hand out towards the Priestess, Rafe still crying loudly in one of her arms while she holds one of the empty jugs

turns to me then, shocked

ignoring him, my eyes completely focused on the Priestess before me. “Don’t trust him – please! Just –

to scream in her arms – a noise beyond the normal cries of a disgruntled baby who wants his mother. A very true, very desperate

As if –

himself intuits

something is

baby and back to the Priestess who holds him, as I see now the vicious sneer on her face as she whips up the hand which is not holding Rafe and cracks the jug still held in her fingers hard across

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