The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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.

me with a shrug, reaching for the baby. “And youknowhow he gets when he feels like he’s not getting his

“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

I say, sitting up and looking at

he 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

eye on it, but I think it’s time to start our lives again.” “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

our enemy is on the run, it is a good a time as any to regroup and focus on the interrupted task: ensuring this country is united under a single

people of this nation aware,” she says, “that theirKingeatsallthe chips? And does not bother to consider whether his

grins and leans forward. “Are they likewise aware, that said sister-in- law ateallof the chocolate chip

arms. I raise my hands to my temples and rub them gently as my mate and my sister fall silent, grinning at each other. “I cannot take argument on top of traveling in a sardine can. Also, it is smelly in here.” “Truce, then,” Cora sighs. “So, house?” I say, likewise curious

the bond which shushes me, letting me know he wants to have a private conversation instead of one with Cora. I nod and 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

to,” I say placatingly to my sister, grinning, imagining how very much she’d like to zap everyone who got on