The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 424: The Mark Ella

“Well that’s weird,” I murmur, looking through my phone as my mate sits shirtless beside me, finishing up the last of his paperwork before bed.

“What’s weird,” he asks, though I can tell he’s only half paying attention. But I frown, looking at the message from Cora. “Cora says she’s going away with Roger for a few days.”

“What?” he asks, his head swiveling to me, his voice instantly more alert. Then he snatches his own phone off the bedside table. “That can’t be right,” he says, flicking through his messages. Roger didn’t say anything to me.”

“Well, whatever,” I say, giving a little shrug. “They can take some time for themselves –

“Ella,” Sinclair sighs, and I look over at him in surprise. “We’re planning a coronation and trying to run a country. I’m depending on him to be here!”

I frown at him and shake my head a little. “Don’t be so unromantic, Dominic,” I scold. “They’re in love, they’re going to have a baby. Plus, Cora looked amazing in the wedding dresses today – I think I’m going to be able to talk her into that wedding. If they do that for us, why wouldn’t we let them have a few days away?”

“Did she say that she was going to do it?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Nope!” I say, smiling as I start to type a reply on my phone. “She said to forget about it.”

“What!?”

“Don’t stress,” I say, laughing and glancing at him again. “I know her! I think she’s gonna say yes. We should move forward with the plans.”

Sinclair just groans and shakes his head, typing his own message out probably to his brother. I concentrate on my own.

That’s fine, Cora! Take whatever time you need. Don’t worry about the camps Isabel, Hank, and I can hold it down. Will fill you in whenever you get back хохо.

and I smile to see that he is before curling up next to my mate, resting my head against his chest and giving him a little kiss

at

aside and wrapping his arm around me. “Okay well

got it,”

at him. “What is it?” I ask. Because I know him – I know that he’s exhausted, and that we both need

is clearing his throat, wanting to talk about one last thing before

Something’s up.

hesitating. “I want you to trust me when I tell you what I have to say.” I sit up

me,” I demand, getting suddenly anxious.

he says, pulling at my shoulder. But I just shake my head at him, frowning,

until you tell

he says, his

“Dominic!”

I’m not going to give in, and then he closes his eyes for a second, steeling himself.

“What!?” I gasp, appalled.

other neighboring nations are coming,” he says quickly, “sending a delegation if not their royals themselves.

out a finger to stop him. “Am I hearing you right? Not

swiping at my finger, knocking it away. “We had to extend the invitation – it would have been such an obvious act of aggression if we didn’t

perhaps the Atalaxians need a little aggression in their lives, and start to move away from Sinclair, kicking away the blankets. But before I can get far, I hear him snarl and then feel him wrap his arm around my waist and tug me, hard,

out a little yelp of surprise as Sinclair levers himself over me, swiftly gathering both of my wrists in one of his hands and lifting

up at him, angry. “What are you doing!? Get off

at me, a little darkness in his eyes. “I’m starting to think that you need a

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