The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

“Ella,” Clavin says, his voice thick with emotion. His hand continues its path, reaching for me, his fingers brushing the velvet sleeve of my gown before I can pull away.

“What,” I whisper, taking a few steps back, wanting space between us. “What was that?”

“I don’t – ”

Before he can finish though, we both turn towards the darkened doorway to the balcony. I instantly recognize the silhouette I see there as my mate’s and breathe out a breath of relief.

I mean it’s not that I think that Calvin or I did anything wrong, or that Calvin was going to hurt me, but whatever passed between us? It was strange.

And suddenly as I remember the pulse that happened last night, when Calvin touched my hand – I want my mate here, now, at my side.

“Is everything all right out here?” Sinclair growls, his voice low and full of the threat that his words don’t carry.

He takes a step forward into the darkness as Calvin takes a step away from me and bows to him, both a formality shown to a king and a display of deference to an Alpha who thinks he might sense a threat to his mate.

“Everything is fine, Dominic,” I say, holding out a hand to him, doing my best to keep my voice light though I suspect I’m failing a little bit. “Prince Calvin was just telling me about his children. Did you know that he has a son just older than Rafe? And his daughter is three.”

eyes fixed on the Atalaxian prince. “Your family keeps

with our closest friends. And I very much hope that after this trip that I will be able to tell my children about

as well,” I say, hoping my words assure Calvin that I’m on his side, and to persuade Sinclair that no matter what he sensed,

close at my side, pressing his hands into his pockets and looking Calvin up and down. “Especially after the

me, his face genuinely pained.

his refusal to look me in the eye. Calvin sighs deeply as he listens, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes in frustration and I think

to consider that there was and is dissent within our nation. While

“Then I’d look forward to speaking

you’ll allow me to set it up,”

Sinclair says. And then he shuts his mouth, clear that that’s his final word on the subject this

put the wheels in motion before stepping towards the door. When he reaches it, he clasps Conner on the shoulder and bids him a good night as well, a move that adds another tick in his favor as far as I’m concerned. I quite like it when persons of power make a point to acknowledge people

less important at this particular moment, I

he says, looming over me a bit, clearly

confused. ”

are you doing out here, Ella?” Sinclair says, shaking his head at me a little. “Having private conversations with a member of our enemies’ royal

I say, waving a hand towards

you on his side. He knows you’re soft hearted! He told you about his children

face. “I may be soft-hearted, Dominic, but that’s something you value about me. You can’t have it both ways – you can’t love that about me and then use it

” But Ella, we agreed that you’d let me take the lead on these things – that you would allow me to take care

me never to see him again, I won’t. But last night you told me to trust my instincts, and