The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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.

I come sighing into our rooms that evening, Sinclair immediately looks up at me from his casual position on the bed – looking down at his tablet, still doing work,

my chest. I put my hands on my hips.

he slips his hands into his pockets and smirks as he looks me up and down. “I just didn’t realize

the mirror. “Oh my god,” I murmur, leaning in to get a good look at the very real layer of dusty dark brown grime that’s covering me from head to foot.

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

is likewise covered in a light layer of brown dust. “Oh my god!” I exclaim again, immediately beginning

Sinclair chuckles, reaching out to unstrap the baby

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

as he carries him over to his little baby bath. “Hopefully all of the people will be out of those terrible camps and in

that he’s away from the warmth of my

going out to him. I hesitate, wondering if I should just take him and let him sleep dirty honestly, I can’t stand to hear him cry like that

a little 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

into the basket, “he’ll probably be too big to wear those by the time

turns on the warm water and prepares to start bathing him. Rafe still fusses unhappily but reaches for his father’s finger, wanting

it is, seeing them together, before I turn and start the water in the shower for

Cora about the wedding,” I call over my shoulder, starting to shampoo my hair. “I don’t think she’s into it, Dominic. I’m

disappointing,” he replies. ” But yeah, Roger told me

you mad?” I ask, turning to see his reaction, and Sinclair shoots me a

course I’m not mad,

head and turning away to rinse the shampoo from my hair. “That’s not what I mean I know that you’d never be mad at them for wanting a