The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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I enter the elaborate dining room at Sinclair’s side with Rafe tucked sleeping in my arms. There are no doubts or hesitations on my face and I lift my chin high as I smile slightly, letting people see me as my mate’s unbothered Queen, as someone entirely unruffled by the events of this morning.

Sinclair, walking at my side, presents a similar image: the unflappable Alpha King, his body fully capable of every violent rumor of which our guests have heard, but toned and refined by the mind of a King, a true power player.

The effect we have as a pair ripples through the room with people turning to us, many eyes going wide. Because we really do present the image of two people who should not be trifled with.

I have to admit, a little thrill goes through me at the idea of this. Because, honestly, I usually think of myself as sweet and determined, but certainly not powerful and imposing. But tonight, at Sinclair’s side? It comes to me easier than I thought it would.

Cora and Roger come into the room behind us, our personal guards following after them. Many eyes turn to my human sister, considering her alongside and her fated Alpha mate. I know Roger and Cora are baffling to many people within the wolf community who can’t understand how or why Roger would have a human woman fated to be at his side.

But one look at my stunning sister in her lavender gown? Well. Let’s just say that even without the information that she’s a demigoddess who can control the weather, I think it’s making a lot more sense to a lot of our gathered guests.

whispers around the room. Even though the four of us present a strong and untied front, there are as there always

my uncle was absolutely not invited to attend this smaller, more personal dinner, and I am pleased to see that he’s not there. But I narrow my eyes in their direction anyway, wondering

and I turn to see him wheeling towards us. My face breaks into a grin and I lean forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek and tilting the baby so that Henry can say

you’ve had a tough morning,” Henry says quietly as people around the room begin to take their seats.

says, dismissing his apology with a wave. “We handled it well. There’s nothing you

at the table on Sinclair’s left. “I’d have liked to have seen the man for myself, been able to assess him. But I’m sure I’ll

sigh, taking my own seat as Sinclair pulls it out for me. “I’m sure you

at Sinclair, who is still standing. A warm smile lights my mate’s face as he lifts a glass of wine towards the waiting group of people and begins to welcome everyone formally to the palace, letting them know that he hopes the weekend will be full of many pleasurable and fruitful conversations about the future

beyond – and I’m so impressed that he is able to perform each role so admirably.

luckiest girl in the world. And then I glance around the table, pleased when I see everyone’s eyes focused on my mate, a variety of

when my eyes fall

him looking directly at me. Staring,

look away, instead holding

uncomfortable under his gaze. What… why on earth would he be so interested in