The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

“So you two,” Cora says, flicking her gaze between Roger and Sinclair, ” you’re all right now? After fifteen minutes, it’s all cleared up?”

Sinclair shrugs. “We kept it pretty cut and dry. He’s on probation.”

“No, I’m not,” Roger murmurs, dismissive, shaking his head to Cora.

“He is,” Sinclair growls. Roger just leans down, pretending to whisper in Cora’s ear but speaking loud enough for all of us to hear, “probation doesn’t mean anything. But it made him happy to slap a word on the lack of consequences.”

Cora laughs, her face turned up to her mate, and I bite my lip to stifle my own giggle, wanting to be loyal to Sinclair, who just sighs behind me.

“Either way,” Sinclair says, moving on. “Congratulations, Cora,” he says, his focus on her now and his voice sincere. “I’m very happy for you – for both of you. It’s a big event.”

“Thank you, Dominic,” Cora says, smiling at him softly and turning her head to the side, clearly touched. I beam at my sister as well. It’s not that I’ve let her off the hook for keeping the baby name a secret when I want to know so terribly badly – but? Well. I’ll bug her about it later.

“We are sorry though,” Cora says, reaching up to take Roger’s hand. “I know that…the wedding meant a lot to you, and that it was going to do good things for the nation. But…” she bites her lip, hesitating, and I can tell that she feels selfish. I open my mouth to protest against this but she continues before I can start. “But – I needed it to be like this, to be personal. I hope that you’ll forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Cora,” Sinclair murmurs, smiling at her warmly. “I completely understand you’ve done nothing wrong.”

And quite suddenly, something comes to me. “Cora,” I say, turning my head to the side and leaning forward. “Does.. anyone else know? About your mark, or your little personal ceremony, besides us four?”

She frowns at me, confused. “Well, no,” she says quietly. “I mean, neither of us really have social media or anything -”

“Or any friends,” Roger murmurs, a little chagrined, which makes me laugh. They don’t need friends, they have us!

I say, a big smile breaking out on

“What?” Cora asks, confused.

could work! “Why not just have the wedding/ mating ceremony publicly,

think a little inspired by the idea. But then she realizes that she already has her

could get makeup artists to cover it up,” I suggest with a little shrug. ” I’m sure they can do it

up at Roger, who just gives her a simple shrug, clearly communicating that it’s her choice. And then she grins, turning back to me. “Really?” she says, “You think it would work? And – and it

both our people and some of our honored guests: that humans are equals in our eyes, that they’re part of our family. But, if

says, interrupting with a huge smile on her face. “No,

opposite side of her throat and shoulder. “See if I

of Roger, and I doubt she ever will. I hug my baby close

throw

have made our plans, and my days and weeks quickly fill with tasks. I wake up early earlier than Sinclair, even to take care of the baby and begin to make my plans. He scolds me for it every morning, telling me I need my sleep or that I should wake him up to help but every morning

about him and I’m happy he gets to

the beginning of all of this. In some ways I lost track of that man I fell in love with in all of our

now, as our life comes back together to resemble what it looked like before? Steady days, routines, living in our own home (even if it is a palace now )? I see flashes of

possible, I love him even

their support by paying fealty at the coronation. It’s all gone smoothly, as Sinclair predicted

including King Gabriel – but I’m also very curious to meet our

the Atalaxians have indeed signaled their intent to attend, and they’re

spend a little time every day with Sarah and Jessica, usually in the evenings, bringing Rafe with me to chat and play. They’re thriving now,

they asked, I’d tell them in a minute, of course. But they’re safe here, and moving forward, and I don’t want Sarah

off, and she keeps not asking so…we’re at a happy little stalemate,

Sinclair one night, laying naked with my belly pressed to his, a little sweaty and still catching my breath after our

he murmurs, tracing a lazy hand down my back. “I do my best work, and you want to ask about