The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

“Ohhh, Rafey,” I murmur, reaching for my baby boy as Cora and Roger come into the room. “I’m so sorry, mommy and daddy just needed a minute.”

“Yeah,” Roger says, his smirk deepening. “To talk.” I shrug a little and return his smirk, refusing to let him embarrass me as I carry my baby over to his little changing table and gather the supplies I use when I feed him.

“What happened out there,” Cora says, a little breathless as she presses the door shut and looks around at us, wide-eyed. “I mean – is that…okay? For them to just bring a criminal and an enemy back into the nation?”

“It’s not precisely legal,” Sinclair sighs, waving the group of us forward towards our little living room once I’ve got all my supplies gathered. “But it is complicated, and a very… targeted message that they’re giving to us.

That they’re on Xander’s side in this, agreeing with his policies and his lineage, not mine.”

Together, we troop into the living room and I settle onto the couch as I begin to feed the baby, hoping that he gets as much comfort as I will from the familiar routine.

“Are you two all right?” Roger asks, looking between. me and Sinclair, who settles on the arm of the couch behind me.

“We’re fine,” my mate growls, and Roger smirks a little but nods as he sits in an armchair across from us. Cora looks a little confused, but shrugs, giving up trying to figure it out and sitting in Roger’s lap, clearly wanting to be close. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him.

“All right,” Roger says. “Then what’s our plan on how to retaliate?”

“Unfortunately,” Sinclair sighs, “they’ve played their cards well, bringing Xander here on a diplomatic mission. Because I have to be…perfectly diplomatic this entire weekend, or else I risk not being crowned.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised as I look up at him. “It’s that precarious?”

“These are a King’s duties,” he says, giving a little shrug. “If at the first trial of diplomacy – no matter how large the trial – I rip someone’s throat out? I’d say it’s enough to give any nay-sayers a strong argument for why I should not be the one to lead this nation.”

and looking down at Rafe, my sweet boy.

to the Atalaxians that Xander is not welcome at any of the more informal events,” Sinclair murmurs. “But yes, when they gather as a delegation en masse?

Roger says, tilting his head

him

is a man devious enough to plan to get me pregnant and then steal the child. I don’t think he’s someone

head and crossing his arms over his broad, muscled chest. Something stirs in me again as I look at him, and Sinclair glances at me, the start of a smile down his lips as

can’t help it. He

with you two,” Cora murmurs,

“Don’t worry about it, Cora,” he murmurs, kissing her neck. “Ill explain it all to

sighs, still confused, but

to truly provoke war – this was just their gambit, their way

should go away and give us more time to develop a better strategy

think they’ll let

and everyone knows that Rafe is my son and heir. If he tries to claim the throne

has returned, pleased to have been able to play a part in that. And I, too, feel so much clearer now

“They know we want him. Now they want to

her strategic mind at work. I smile at her, thinking that Cora has probably the best mind for these sorts of games

to demonstrate to them that their bargaining chip is actually of very little value

nodding his agreement, “keeping an eye on him to see

if he does,” Sinclair growls, a sound of vengeance that makes me smile, “we take

smiling around

a good plan,” I murmur, nodding my