The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

I gasp a few hours later when I see the gigantic RV that rolls up out front of the clinic.

“Seriously?” Hanks says, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at it, somewhere between

impressed and revolted by the extravagance. “The gas mileage on that thing must be horrible -”

“Ohhh,” I say, laughing and swatting him on the arm with one hand, the other holding Rafe’s carrier where he’s already bundled and ready. “Don’t spoil my fun, Hank – you’re just jealous

because you’re not coming.”

“Yes,” Hank murmurs, giving me a good-natured side eye. “Yes, there’s absolutely nothing I want more in the world than to be cooped up in a tin can with Roger and Cora for forty-eight hours.

You’re right.”

I laugh when I consider this point, stepping closer to Hank and wrapping him in a one-armed hug that he’d probably rather avoid. But we’ve grown a lot closer in the past few days, working

–

together, and well? If he’s going to be my friend, then he’s going to have to get used to a great

deal of affection.

“You’ll be all right here when we’re gone?” I ask, pulling away.

“Ah, don’t worry about me,” Hank says with a little smirk and a shrug. “You guys have bigger

things on your plate.”

“When I come back,” I say, looking at him seriously now, hoping he understands how much he means to me to all of us. “We’re going to do big things, okay? Help a lot of people. With the gift,

and with your skills.”

“That’s all I want, Ella,” Hank says seriously, giving me a nod and a little smile that’s likely the most emotion I’m going to see from him anytime soon. But then his eyes drift to Cora and Roger who come through the door of the clinic and I know…well, I know that what Hank says about this being all he wants is a little bit of a lie. And my heart aches for him because I know now, for sure, that he’ll never get it.

I purse my lips a little, trying not to let him see me pity him. But he catches me in the act.

“Don’t,” Hank sighs, shaking his head at me. “I’m good, Ella I really am.”

“I know,” I say, putting a hand out to his shoulder. He gives me a sad little smirk before turning back into the clinic intent, clearly on busying his mind so that he doesn’t have to think about her Cora and Roger call brief goodbyes to Hank before coming to my side to admire the RV

“It’s huge,” Cora says, her eyes wide

“It’s not so big,” Roger says ich & shrug But Cora and I both all our eyes at him as Sinclan parks

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this with a whole fancy vehicle reserved

I can barely

door to the living compartment of the RV and

that lowers itself to the ground so that

wheel onto it.

me to Sinclair’s side. “Is it nice? Are there enough beds?

shaking his head as Henry maneuvers himself onto the lift. “Just go in, Ella,” he says, nodding towards the door with the short flight of stairs. “Explore.

surprised.”

excitement again

her eyes as wide as mine as she climbs in after me.

white leather table space, the little living area that comes after that, the adorable, cleverly designed bathroom that makes the most of the minimal space allotted to it. But I really gasp when I see the bedroom tucked

as I sit down with him on the bed which is as comfortable as

says, smirking at me from the doorway. “What do you think you’re

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

bed,” she says, her wicked smirk

Sinclair’s promise to her – a big bed for her and Roger. “Well then where do I

one into a queen for me and you, and the other into a twin,

and settling deeper into the pillows. “Can I sleep in here. with Cora

hell,” Roger declares, pushing past Sinclair into the room with little travel bags filled with his and Cora’s stuff which isn’t much, considering we haven’t had access to any of our possession since we left the bunker. Roger places the bags on the ground and snaps his fingers at me when he

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eyes even though she pretends

sigh then, glaring at her for playing the

I huff my way back to

bed better be comfortable,” I say to my mate as I

a Queen,” he says, following me back into the main

Cora a moment

the passenger seat should be. He gives me a little wave before turning back to a set of maps. I take a moment to admire

someone in

down at Rafe, still in my arms and looking

him a big smile. “How long do you think it will take to get

To the temple?”

there sometime tomorrow,” Henry calls over his shoulder and Sinclair

agreement.

with surprise. “So where will

somewhere,” Sinclair says with a shrug. “We have to see how far we get. It’s part of the adventure, and part

be staying.”

out the