The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 421: Bath Time

Ella

“Cora,” I scold, frowning, “you know I don’t’ feel that way – ”

“Well I know you’d never say it,” she protests, sighing. “But I do get that this union between a wolf and a human that, symbolically, it’s important. And even if you’re not disappointed that it could be…disappointing.”

“I want you to have the mating ceremony you want, Cora,” I reply, steady in my truth here. “Especially in the case of something as important as this.” I give her hand a little squeeze before pulling mine away. “But if you’d like to consider a middle path…maybe you could let me show you what I was thinking?”

She turns her head to look up at me, surprised. “You’ve been…planning?”

“Just a little,” I say, unable to keep the eagerness out of my voice. “Just late at night when Sinclair is asleep and I can’t sleep, or I get up to feed Rafe – ”

“You’ve been loosing sleep over this!?”

“No!” I protest, but then I hesitate. ” Well, not much.”

“Ella!”

“Just – can I show you what I was thinking!?” I plead, “sister to sister!? And then, if you hate it, you can say no.” A wide grin comes to my face then. “But I think you’re going to like it.”

Cora gives a big sigh, leaning back into her seat and closing her eyes. ” Fine, Ella,” she says. “But this is not a yes.”

“I didn’t think it was!” I say, newly excited. Because honestly…it’s gorgeous, and I can’t wait to show her my plans.

our rooms that evening, Sinclair immediately looks up at me from his casual position on the bed – looking down at

ask, frowning, my baby strapped sleeping to my chest. I put my hands

unfolding his gigantic self and standing up from the bed. Then he slips his hands into his pockets and smirks as he looks me up and down.

in the mirror. “Oh my god,” I murmur, leaning in to get a good look at the very real layer of dusty dark brown

I see our contrast in the mirror – him the perfect Alpha King, clean-shaved and pressed – and me, a messy ball of

brown dust. “Oh my god!” I exclaim again, immediately beginning to ruffle his hair and moaning as a little puff

out to unstrap the baby from me. “Dirty in

baby from my arms. “Honestly, if this is what we look like after just an afternoon, imagine how

bath. “Hopefully all of the people will be

that he’s away from the warmth of my body, starts to

hesitate, wondering if I should just take him and

for once he’s the happiest baby in the world, it doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong.” Then, as I begin to strip out of my clothes, Sinclair takes off Rafe’s little outfit as well,

know,” I sigh, watching the little pieces of baby clothing disappear into the basket, “he’ll probably be too big to wear those

straight he does,” Sinclair says, tickling Rafe’s naked belly, proud, as he turns on the warm water and prepares to start bathing him. Rafe still fusses unhappily but reaches for his father’s finger, wanting

start the water in the shower for myself. I continue talking to Sinclair as I climb into the hot stream,

starting to shampoo my hair. “I don’t

yeah, Roger told me pretty much the same

ask, turning to see his reaction,

I’m not mad, Ella –

shampoo from my hair. “That’s not what I mean I know that you’d never be mad at them for wanting a different kind of mating ceremony. But…does it mess up your plans at all? For the coronation, and the coronation

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