The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

The trip improves by leaps and bounds the moment we stop at the campground for the night.

“Finally,” I sigh, taking a deep breath of the fresh air as I climb down the steps of the RV, my

baby curled in my arm and looking around him with bright and interested eyes. “It’s good to be on

steady ground again.”

“Remind me never to take you on a boat,” Sinclair murmurs, coming down the stairs behind me.

If you didn’t like this…you won’t respond well to that.”

“Yes sir,” I say passively, smiling down at the baby, who frees one of his arms and reaches out

into the cool evening air, clasping his fingers at a firefly who passes close by. I don’t mention that

I liked the sea voyage to the desert much more than I liked this, even though the accommodations

weren’t as nice.

“What about this?” Sinclair murmurs as he steps down the final step and comes to stand behind

me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I smile as I lean back against his chest. “Is the forest

an improvement?”

I look around our isolated campsite, lit with grey and blue tones in the dying light of the day. I

smile at what I see, appreciating the cool air and the blinking light of the fireflies that float lazily

through the space.

“Yes,” I say with a decisive nod. “This will do quite well.”

“Good,” Sinclair replies, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before releasing me and moving to a luggage compartment low on the RV. I watch as he opens it and begins pulling out camping gear – chairs, a cooler, some bags with extra snacks and bug spray.

“Oh!” I say, surprised by it all as my mate begins to set it all up around a burned-out ring where a

fire goes. “Oh, we’re very prepared.”

“Of course we are,” Roger says, climbing out of the RV with Cora behind him. When he reaches. the ground, Roger flicks the switch that prepares Henry’s little elevator. “We’re always ready to go

glamping in this family.”

I laugh at the term, settling into a chair that Sinclair waves me towards, smiling down at the baby “What do you think, Rafe?” I whisper to him “Do you like glamping?” He gives a happy little coo in response and I laugh, grinning up at his father. “I think that’s a yes

“Kid has taste,” Sinclair says, winking at me as he continues his work

around a ! much faster than I thought was possible and ! anile as

to Cora and I and giving us a smile, “when

they’re not

Sinclair protests, his

true!” Roger chimes in, making us laugh. “If

eat a lot of hotdogs,” I

over at me from her chair next to

can make them hire us chefs,” I consider. She raises her eyebrows,

fire, talking about nothing and everything, chatting lightly about what we’ll be doing in our mutual future but not touching on any of the big,

tonight is just about laughter, and fun, and spending

I bite into a smore that Sinclair hands me, the marshmallow burned to a crisp just the way I

going to get marshmallow all over

my head and refusing to open

from my arms I let him, wanting to be alone. with my s’more anyway Cora, Roger, and Henry laugh as well as Sinclair walks Rafe away from me, apologizing in a loud murmur for how messy and inconsiderate his mother

finish my s’more and look around at my family, watching them quietly Henry watches Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora and Roger

our dark Camp 7 didn’t think I’d like sitting outside in the dink by a tie as much as

dark

murs to sing a hand to

murmurs

the stars and then turning her head to

him.

own smile from crossing my face as I watch them. And then, as

I decide that that’s my

stand up from my little camping chair and send a pulse down my bond

nod my head first

Cora, who begin talking quietly. My mate follows my

and puts a hand on his back, leaning

one by one, as stealthily as we can – which is not very

– the three

Roger alone by the fire to have

about,” I say to Sinclair as he climbs

in

out the window at Roger

he says, coming to sit with me on the plush leather.

give us our own moment, rolls his way back to

though we both know

mate and reaching for my baby, who Sinclair

know I always

he murmurs, slipping his arms low

I warmly against hin, resting his chin on my shoulder so that he too

details of my brother’s love life until you came along

say, still peering out at them. “Roger’s hot.

girlfriend drama -”

hot?” Sinclair asks, his body going stiff behind

turning to