The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 396: The Long Road Home

Ella

“No more road trips,” I grumble under my breath, trying to rock my little baby in my arms and distract him from the rumbling of the road, “ever again.”” Don’t be so sore about it,” Cora says, moving one of her checkers forward a space. “At least we got the information we were coming for.”

“WellthatI will never begrudge,” I say, turning my head and smiling at her.” But next time?”

She grins, anticipating what I’m going to say next. “We’re taking a private jet.” Cora laughs, shaking her head at me and sitting back against the backrest of her seat in the kitchenette.” That would be a waste of resources, and it’s probably too short of a flight or something to mom’s temple,” she sighs.

“Well thenoneof our children,” I huff, leaning forward to study the board, “is going to have to learn to bend time and space, because I amnotsuffering through this agai-”

But before I can even finish my sentence, Roger at the driver’s seat hits a huge bump and the game board goes flying in the air, pieces scattering despite their magnetic bond. I groan and sit back against my own seat as Cora sighs and picks up the pieces, putting them back in the box. We both know that particular distraction is over. “Sorry!” Roger calls over his shoulder. “Won’t happen again!” “He just knew I was beathing you,” I grumble as Sinclair comes and sits next to me.” Why did you let him drive, anyway? You’re better at it than he is.” “Oh, no he’s not,” Cora murmurs, defending her mate, but Sinclair and I ignore her.

tells me with a shrug, reaching for the baby. “And youknowhow he

and then we’ll spend the rest of our time luxuriating.” “This had better be a promise,” I murmur, leaning against him and closing my eyes. “You got it, baby,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. “Hey, so,” Cora says, and I open my eyes to see her leaning across the table, her attention focused mostly on Sinclair. “Where are we going, anyway?” “Um, home?” he says, frowning at her. “Yeah,” she says, cocking her head to the side, “but…like, bunker home? Horribly uncomfortable clinic home? Your home, the house of a thousand corpses?” Sinclair laughs a little. “Those are gone now,” he says,

say, sitting up and looking at him with curiosity. “What

says, smiling and patting my knee. ” So, we’re going to the house?” Cora asks, interested. “Is that…safe?” ” Well,” Sinclair considers seriously, we’re pretty damn sure that the Cult itself doesn’t have any particular problem with us – that they were merely serving Xander, probably because he supplied them with a

“It has to be more complicated than that,” I say, shaking my head and frowning at him. “Xander isn’t going to rest -” “No, he’s not,” Sinclair agrees, looking at me seriously. “But we

task: ensuring this country is united under a single King.” “And that’s you, right?” Cora asks, looking at him curiously. “Well, we hope so,” he says, grinning

aware,” she says, “that theirKingeatsallthe chips? And does not bother to

aware, that said sister-in- law ateallof the

fall silent, grinning at each other. “I cannot

give him a little kiss on the shoulder before resting my head in the same spot. “So, what do you think,” Cora asks, looking down at her hands again and opening and closing them as if she can see her gift sparking there. “Am I going to be able to shoot lightening bolts at people?

to my sister, grinning, imagining how very much she’d like to zap everyone who got

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