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…”

says, spreading his arms wide and allowing Calvin to

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

to the door, standing with one foot in the ballroom and the other out on the balcony, a constant threat to Calvin should he

at Conner and taking a few steps closer to me not too close, but close enough to be conversational. “As he should be. Your

face carefully. As I do, I wonder a little how did he blend so seamlessly into the shadows? It’s not that

something else going

ceremony today was very moving, as was the vote. It is inspiring to see how much

a little. “Do you…not get this

policy is instead to…tell the people how they feel about the royal family. And then punish them if they

my eyebrows, genuinely surprised that

shout from the rooftop that his father is a tyrant, but working very, very

takes a step closer at me and studies my face for a moment before dropping his gaze to Rafe in my arms. ” I certainly won’t tell anyone.” He’s quiet for a

Calvin’s face. “Your son is a very handsome boy,” he says, smiling

Then I look up at Calvin, curious. He’s young, I think

have children of

he says, his smile growing as he thinks

the alliance between parents who love their children. And damn it, even if I was determined to hate the Atalaxians… well,

I suppose, is perhaps

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

child?” I ask,

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