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

Cora and I and giving us a smile,

Otherwise, they’re

protests, his

Roger chimes in, making us laugh. “If I’m making

gonna eat a lot of hotdogs,”

she adds, sighing. Then she looks over at me from her chair next to

consider. She raises her eyebrows, pleased at the idea, and we both

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

tonight is just about laughter, and fun, and spending time

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 can

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

to open my

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 wave a hand at him, dismissing him and his

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

smiling around at our dark Camp 7 didn’t think I’d like sitting outside in the dink by

dark

pantele Roger murs to sing a hand to play with Cora

murmurs

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

him.

face as I watch them. And then, as they stare

decide that that’s

up from my little

He looks up at me, curious and I nod

My mate follows my gaze and

puts a hand on his back, leaning down to speak a

can – which is not very stealthy, considering Henry has

platform – the three of us and the baby make

house, leaving Cora and Roger alone by the fire

to Sinclair as he climbs last

in his arms. I’m sitting in the

at Roger and Cora through

he says, coming to sit with

give us our own moment, rolls

television, though we both know he

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

you know I

you know,” he murmurs, slipping

his chin on my shoulder so that he too

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

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

girlfriend drama -”

asks, his body going stiff behind me,

turning to