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

I thought was possible and ! anile as I

Cora and I and

they’re

his eyes still on

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

baby is gonna eat a lot of hotdogs,”

at me from her chair next to mine.

we can make them hire us chefs,” I consider. She raises her eyebrows, pleased at the idea, and we both

the night – the family gathered happily around the 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,

laughter, and fun, and

a smore that Sinclair hands me, the marshmallow burned to a crisp just the way I like it. “Oh my god,” I murmur,

dripping,” Sinclair laughs, “you’re going to get marshmallow

don’t care,” I murmur, shaking my head and refusing to open my

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

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

Camp 7

dark

primal about pantele Roger murs to sing a hand to play with Cora s

murmurs

the stars and then turning her head to look at Roger, beaming

him.

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

that that’s my

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

at me, curious and I nod my head first towards

who begin talking quietly. My mate

a hand on his back, leaning down to

as we can –

– the

Roger alone

to Sinclair as he climbs

the baby still curled in his arms. I’m sitting in

out the window at Roger

says, coming to

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

television, though we both know he doesn’t

my mate and reaching for my baby, who Sinclair passes into

I always want

laughs. “Do you know,” he murmurs, slipping

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

“I never cared as much about the details of my brother’s love life until you

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

girlfriend drama -”

Sinclair asks, his body going stiff behind

turning to