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

a ! much faster than I thought was possible and

Henry whispers, leaning over to Cora and I and giving us a

they’re not

Sinclair protests, his eyes still on the

“If I’m making food, it’s grilled. Otherwise.

your baby is gonna eat a lot

me from her chair next to mine. “You know

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,

about laughter, and fun, and

a crisp just the way I like it. “Oh

going to get marshmallow all

to open my eyes as I take another bite – He

lifts Rafe 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 is I

my family, watching them quietly Henry watches Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora and Roger sit close

Cora says, wrapping her arms around herself and smiling around at our dark Camp 7 didn’t think I’d like sitting outside

dark

to sing a hand to play with Cora s

murmurs

looking up at the stars and then turning her head

him.

can’t help my own smile from crossing my face as I watch them. And

decide that

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

and I nod my head first towards the

Cora, who begin talking quietly. My mate follows my

his father and puts a hand on

–

– the three of us and the

Roger alone by the fire to

think they’re talking about,” I say to Sinclair

behind him, the baby still curled in

Roger and Cora

spy?” he says, coming to sit with me on

wanting to give us our own moment, rolls his way back to the

though we

at my mate and reaching for my baby, who

know I always want to

know,” he murmurs, slipping his arms low around me and pulling

my shoulder so that he too can look out at

about the details

out at them. “Roger’s hot. He probably has had

girlfriend drama -”

Sinclair asks, his body going

I ask, turning to him, confused