The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

“Please,” the shadow says, his voice awkward and apologetic.

I’m still rigid with fear when Conner storms out onto the balcony, his hand smacking the shadow-person in the chest, slamming him against the wall. ” Who the hell are you!?” Conner demands.

“Please!” the shadow says again, “I’m so sorry! I was just standing out here, also getting fresh air! This is a complete accident!”

And suddenly, the voice snaps into place in my memory. “Conner!” I call, Rafe fussing in my arms, not liking the sudden change in my energy and the fear spiking through me, though I’m calmer now. “Please – it’s the Atalaxian Prince. He is – I don’t believe he means us any harm.”

And even though something about that concept doesn’t match up – an Atalaxian? Not meaning us any harm? Especially after the meeting I just had with my uncle?

Still, somehow, I know the truth of it down in my bones. He doesn’t.

Conner glances at me and then backs up a little, removing his hand from the Prince’s chest. “Should I escort him out of here, Luna?”

“No,” I sigh, shaking my head. “Not unless he wants to go, of course. But the night air is for everyone. I can’t have it all to myself just because I’m the Queen.”

The prince looks between Conner and I for a moment, stepping further into the light so I can see his pale features and the details of his chic black suit. “I would…stay, for a moment, if that’s all right? Have a quiet word with you, so that we don’t leave this evening on bad terms?”

“That’s fine,” I say quietly, somehow a little pleased that he will stay. I’m still terribly curious about him, perhaps despite myself.

“Would you mind?” Conner says to the prince, his voice tight. “If I performed a body check? To ensure that you don’t have…”

wide and allowing Calvin to pat down

and nods to me, his face quite serious, I nod back to him and give him a smile,

hoping that he hears the sincerity in my voice. Conner nods again and steps to the door, standing with one foot in the ballroom

steps closer to me not too close, but close enough to be conversational. “As he should be.

a little shrug, studying Calvin’s face carefully. As I do, I wonder a little how did he blend so seamlessly into the shadows? It’s not that dark out here was I just so distracted that I

is something

a little bow. “The ceremony today was very moving, as was the vote. It is inspiring to see

it?” I ask, turning my head a little. “Do you…not

not a question we ask them,” he says, his voice a little chagrined. “My father’s policy is instead to…tell the people how they feel about the royal family. And then punish them if they show

surprised that he’s

from the rooftop that his father is

a moment before dropping his gaze to Rafe in my arms. ” I certainly won’t tell anyone.”

“Your son is a very handsome boy,” he says, smiling

I look up at Calvin, curious. He’s young, I think my own age – certainly younger than

of your own, Calvin?” I

thinks of them. “My Luna gave birth to our son just

know he’s a father. There’s something about that – the alliance between parents who love their children. And damn it, even if I was determined to

suppose, is perhaps what this prince

turn my head a little, curious. Something about his words strikes me as…wrong. And I can’t

your other child?”

is…well, she makes me laugh more than I thought anyone ever could. She’s a