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.”

Sinclair says, prowling to my side, his eyes fixed on the Atalaxian

we do share it with our closest friends. And I very

I’m on his side, and to persuade Sinclair that no matter what he sensed, Calvin has not done or

this is going to be possible,” Sinclair says quietly, his voice grumbling and stern as he stands close at my side, pressing his hands into his pockets and looking Calvin up and down. “Especially after the stunts your delegation has been pulling with Xander. He upset Ella very much tonight. Were you aware

me, his face genuinely

informs Clavin of Xander’s approach, his refusal to look me in the eye. Calvin sighs deeply as he listens, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes in frustration

dropping his hand and looking first at me and then at Sinclair. “It is…please, I beg you you to consider that there was and is dissent within

look forward to speaking further with

up,” the prince

And then he shuts his mouth, clear that that’s his final word on

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

less important at this particular moment, I look

I’d ask you the same,” he says, looming over

confused. ” What did

at me a little. “Having private conversations with a member

him, Dominic!” I say, waving a hand towards the door. “He wants to

growls, “to get you on his side. He knows you’re soft hearted! He told you about his children who we don’t even

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

agreed that you’d let me take the lead on these things

to see him again, I won’t. But last night you told me to trust my instincts, and they’re telling me to trust