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

! much faster than I thought was possible

Cora and I and

they’re

his eyes still on the

in, making us laugh. “If I’m making

baby is gonna eat a lot of hotdogs,” I

sighing. Then she looks over at me from

I consider. She raises her eyebrows, pleased

nothing and everything, chatting lightly about what we’ll be doing in our mutual future but not touching on any of the big, scary subjects that lurk behind the conversation. We all know that they’re there, after all – and we all simultaneously decide to

tonight is just about laughter, and fun,

the marshmallow burned to a crisp just the way I like it. “Oh

“you’re going to get marshmallow

head and refusing to open my eyes as

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

and look around at my family, watching them quietly Henry watches Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora and Roger sit close to each

says, wrapping her arms around herself and smiling around at our dark Camp 7 didn’t think I’d like sitting outside in the dink by a tie as much

dark

to sing a

murmurs

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

him.

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

that that’s my

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

curious and I nod my head first towards

and Cora, who begin talking quietly. My mate follows my gaze and

hand on his back, leaning down

stealthily as we can –

– the three of us and the baby make our way back

and Roger alone by the fire to have a moment

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

baby still curled in his arms.

out the window at Roger and Cora

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

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

about wanting to watch some television, though we both know he doesn’t watch

my mate and reaching for

I always

“Do you know,” he murmurs, slipping his arms low around me and

his chin on my shoulder so

about the details of my

I say, still peering out at them. “Roger’s hot. He probably has had

girlfriend drama -”

going stiff behind me,

turning to him,