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…”

Calvin

I nod back to him and give him a smile, grateful for his protection. “I’ll be just inside the door, Luna,”

nods again and steps to the door, standing with one foot in the

of you,” Calvin says, glancing at Conner and taking a few steps closer to me not too close, but close enough to

with a little shrug, studying Calvin’s face carefully. As I do, I wonder a little how did he blend so

something

moving, as was the vote. It is inspiring to see how much your people support you – the wolves and

“Do you…not get

little chagrined. “My father’s policy is instead to…tell the people how they feel about the royal family. And then punish them

surprised that he’s

that I think this policy is wise,” I murmur, wanting to shout from the rooftop

step closer at me and studies my face for a moment before dropping his gaze to Rafe in my arms. ”

face. “Your son is a very handsome boy,” he says, smiling at Rafe. “I’m sure he’ll grow

Rafe myself. Then I look up at Calvin, curious. He’s young, I think my own age – certainly younger than Sinclair – but, well,

you have children of your own, Calvin?” I

his smile growing as he thinks of them. “My Luna gave birth to our son just a few months ago – he’s

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 hate the Atalaxians… well, I can’t

I suppose, is perhaps what this prince

about his words strikes me as…wrong. And I can’t

child?” I

increasing. “She is…well, she makes me laugh more than I thought