The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

Sinclair blinks at me in surprised confusion and then sighs as he speaks honestly. “We’ve prepped an interrogation cell -”

“No,” I snap, pointing a finger up into his face that he immediately swats away. “No,” I continue to insist, taking a step closer and frowning furiously up at him. Rafe, in my arms, starts to cry harder. “Those two have been through hell, and they saved Rafe’s life -”

“We have no idea who they are, Ella,” Sinclair growls down at me, “they could be anyone – ”

“They are not.” I snap, interrupting him and making him groan and tilt his head back in frustration. “They are refugees – two people who lost everything, if they ever had anything to begin with. I understand that we need to hear their story, Dominic, but we owe them everything. We owe our child’s life to that woman over there,” I continue, pointing behind me to where I know Sarah still stands.

“So, what would you have me do,” Sinclair says, forcing himself to be patient as he lifts his head again and looks at me.

“Treat them as our honored guests,” I reply. “Put them in a guest room – guard it if you have to! Bug it so you can listen to every word they say, if you’re that worried! I don’t care! But until we know more, we treat them as the honored guests I know them to be. Feed them, allow them to get clean and warm, let them sleep, and then tomorrow we ask questions. All right?”

Sinclair takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and rubbing them slowly with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. Then, after a moment, he drops his hand and looks at me again. “A guest suite, fully guarded. On a lower level – nowhere near where we sleep. And no one sees them until morning-not even you. All right?”

I nod sharply and he turns away, letting his staff know and coming up with a new plan.

As Sinclair does that, I move back to Sarah and Jessica, who are standing anxiously with Cora. I hurriedly tell them the plan – that we’ll let them take the night to relax and refresh, and then we’ll see them again in the morning. Sarah lets me know that she understands, and that this is fine, and I take her hand again, giving her a squeeze.

“Thank you, I say, smiling at her. ” For everything. And also for your patience – I know that this is…well, that it’s weird,” I say with a shrug.

and running her hand over her sister’s hair. “We grew up in the home of a Duke,

drops open at the

one who has the answers to all of the questions that we have about what he

more when suddenly Theo is

may, Luna,” he says formally, nodding to me and then at the

side. She nods back, and then, as a group, everyone moves into the palace to

him a kiss and I smirked, a little, as I saw him

towards mine and

and I don’t say much, clearly both lost in our own thoughts a little bit as she hops into the shower and I give Rafe a little bath. Then Cora takes Rafe from me while I take my turn in shower, taking him into the bedroom to see if she

a comfortable pair of pajamas, and see Cora likewise cozy in borrowed leggings and

asks, grinning at me as she turns away from Rafe’s

her, my comfortable slippers barely making a sound on the floor. “I fell immediately into the panic that I felt when we first found out that Rafe was being threatened. And now…well, now that we’re in pajamas, waiting for our mates to handle

my baby, who is just barely starting to fall asleep, as Cora puts an

in that refugee center – they wouldn’t have realized what delicate people they were working

sister’s face. “You’re too nice to me,”

fair chance that Sinclair’s going to yell at you soon,” she says, wrinkling her nose and squeezing my shoulders.

where we can keep an eye on Rafe once she leaves. We tuck into our food quietly for a second before I take a deep breath, closing my eyes and

Sinclair comes in and we have to have a big conversation about what we’re going to do next, and relive all the drama from those horrible days when we first

I remember how happy

I open my eyes