The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Cora

Roger’s silent for a long time, smirking at me, making me answer.

“I make no promises,” I reply after a long moment, shaking my hair back in a lofty way that makes him laugh. “But seriously, what is it?”

“Well,” Roger sighs, letting his shoulders drop and looking at me squarely now that some of the tension is gone. “Sinclair wants to give us more than a house now. He also wants to give us…a wedding.”

My jaw drops a little. “A wedding?” I ask, baffled. “But we’re…we’re wolves,” I say, wrinkling my nose. “Or at least – mostly wolf,” I say, glancing down at my belly where my little hybrid baby is growing.

“Yeah, he wants it to be a wedding and a mating ceremony at once – a symbolic uniting of the wolf and human worlds. Because I’m a wolf,” he says, pointing to himself, “and you’re a human,” he continues, pointing to me. “Or at least, sort of.”

I still shake my head, confused.

“And he wants it to be on TV,” he says, grimacing as he drops the final bomb, “like a royal wedding, for the entire world to see.”

And, just as Roger predicted, I immediately get very, very pissed off.

“This is such bullshit,” I murmur, pulling my cell phone out of my back pocket and immediately starting to text Ella to tell her precisely what I think of this plan.

“Wait,” Roger says, laughing a little and reaching for the phone, “just give it a minute -”

with this?” I snap, looking up at him, my anger transferring immediately from my sister to my mate. “After I’ve told you, like a thousand times, that I want our mating ceremony – whatever it is 1 to be special, and meaningful? I mean, if we were just going to

with his hand, stepping close to me, “I am on board with whatever it is you want, all right? So, let’s put the phone and the rage away for

turning towards my mate and putting my phone on the counter, sliding it away from me. “Okay,” I agree, nodding but looking

he murmurs, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me close, resting his forehead against mine. “Why did that make you so

emotions as best I can. “Because what we have, Roger,” I continue, putting my hands on his chest, “it’s so important to me. It’s – it’s the best thing I’ve got, and so much more than I

sweet noise of understanding then, drawing me closer and wrapping his

it’s not that I don’t want to help Ella,” I say, my voice slightly muffled against his shoulder, “and like…the nation, or whatever. I

up even tighter, making me smile.

feel him nod his head. And then, sighing with relief that I have him on my side and that I just have him at all – I let my body relax against Roger’s and breathe in his warm, rich, comforting scent, letting it wrap

says after a few long moments of relaxing against each other, “can I just give you the

going tense in

if we’re not going to do it

Roger, staring up at him, trying to

moment I see the big wicked grin on his face I scowl and smack him on the chest, knowing that he’s teasing me. “No, Roger,” I growl. “I still want it to be right! I’m not going to just let you bite my neck when we’re hanging out in the kitchen

to slide his fingers under my shirt to the place where my neck meets my shoulder, where he intends to mark me. “And you

dirt and field hospital,” I reply, shaking my head and stepping away.

even as he laughs. “Seriously, Cora, it’s bite her now, do it! On a constant

her snout smugly to the sky and giving a little howl of triumph. I want it too, she says, giving a wolfish little grin, but

arms over my chest, “says your wolf is being