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

to Cora and I and giving us a

Otherwise, they’re not

his

true!” Roger chimes in, making us laugh. “If I’m making food, it’s grilled. Otherwise. I’m

your baby is gonna eat a lot of hotdogs,” I murmur to

at me from her chair next to mine.

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

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, scary subjects that lurk behind the conversation. We all know that they’re there, after all – and we all simultaneously decide

about laughter, and

that Sinclair hands me, the marshmallow burned to a crisp just the way I like it. “Oh my god,” I murmur, closing my eyes as I chew. “This is so good, I

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

and refusing to open my eyes as I take another

with my s’more anyway Cora, Roger, and Henry laugh as well as Sinclair walks Rafe

look around at my family, watching them quietly Henry watches Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora and Roger sit close to each other, not

dark Camp

dark

pantele Roger murs to sing a hand

murmurs

up at the stars and then turning

him.

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

I decide that

up from my little

up at me, curious and I nod my head first towards the RV and then

talking quietly. My mate follows my gaze and then

He walks to his father and puts a hand on his

we can – which is not very stealthy, considering

– the three of us and the baby make

mobile house, leaving Cora and Roger alone by the fire to have

to Sinclair as

shut behind him, the baby still curled in his arms. I’m

window at Roger and

little spy?” he says, coming

to give us our own moment, rolls his way

to watch some television, though we

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

you know I

you know,” he murmurs, slipping

his chin on my shoulder so that he too can look out

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

at them.

girlfriend drama -”

Sinclair asks, his body going stiff behind me,

I ask, turning to him, confused