The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

The aids go pale as they see me hurry back to the door, their eyes going wide. This is not protocol

“Ella!” Cora gasps, her eyes moving quickly over me as she bounces Rafe in her arms, trying to calm him. “What are you doing!?”

“He wants me, Cora,” I breathe, hurrying to her side and reaching for my baby. Cora doesn’t hesitate, handing him over to me, even though she rolls her eyes.

“He’s going to be fine!”

“Well, he is now!” I say, already turning back to the door, my baby beginning to calm, though his face is still red and a few tears stand out on his cheeks.

The aids wave to me frantically and 1 nod to them, mouthing my apologies as I again head through the door and hurry towards the aisle.

The crowd, which had gone quiet in their confusion, suddenly bursts into the loudest cheer yet, a great deal of laughter and joy in their noise now. I laugh along with them as I head down the aisle, shrugging my apology and hoping that they understand. Because as much as I’d love to be their dignified queen?

I’m always going to be a mother first.

from his face, as I see him look around at everyone in wonder and surprise. He’s not

I finally glance towards the throne and see my mate standing at the end of the asile, waiting for us. And my smile deepens as a thrill runs through me from head to foot to see him there, waiting for me. I swear, my feet start to move faster

laugh at this too, reaching out a hand for Sinclair when I come to the end of the aisle and

hand and pulls me to his

kissing my

with happiness then, pressing my face briefly to his chest and letting him hug me before taking a deep breath and standing straight at his side. Because he’s right – as much as I

have to make do with regular old

maybe that’s all they

watch my sister and her mate come down the aisle, walking slowly behind Henry, who really does manage to look strong and dignified as he makes his way towards us. When he reaches the end Henry makes a short detour up the little

fast as the previous meeting

– to together perform the ceremony. Sinclair and I turn towards them and he goes to one knee, reciting an oath to dedicating his

the words that we had changed, which promise explicitly to protect and serve both wolf and human kind together. One that is done the mayor hands Sinclair a scepter that marks his sovereignty, and then the

know that he accepts his new position with the gravity that it is due. The cheer goes on for a long

down Sinclair turns towards the throne,

find my face settling into serious lines now as I see it, finally, in

to be played with. That it is, instead, a

chin up to my love, my mate, holding his gaze as he lifts the crown above my