The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

My face falls into stern, cold lines as I see my uncle step forward. He was invited to this party, of course, as part of the delegation – but honestly, after our stern message to the Atalaxians about how he was not welcome, I’m surprised that he was willing to attend.

I look up at Sinclair and follow his hard gaze towards his security team, which nods to him, assuring him that they fully vetted Xander, ensuring that he held no weapons or means of hurting us.

And considering that my mate is a weapon himself and could tear this man to pieces as easily as breathing, I suppose that there’s nothing to worry about either way. Still, I tighten my arms around my child and feel Sinclair bristle behind me, his hackles rising.

Inside me, my wolf has her teeth fully bared, snapping, eager to sink her teeth into this terrible man.

I don’t bother to calm her. Her rage is justified.

Perhaps sensing the effect he has on us, Xander smiles a little smugly and steps forward just one step, giving us a deep bow.

“Your highnesses,” he says, his voice clear and precise. “I come to offer you my congratulations on your ascension to the throne and the naming of your heir. It is…quite an accomplishment.”

“Not without its obstacles, of course,” Sinclair says, a bit through his teeth. ” But yes, it is a wonderful day – though one darkened by your presence. I’ll ask you to leave now, Xander. You are not welcome here, despite the protection of the Atalaxian government. If you refuse, I’ll have you removed.”

“I’ll go,” he says, straightening, his eyes going immediately to Rafe in my arms. “I merely wanted a chance to see the child I arranged to bring into the world. He is…as handsome a specimen as I hoped he would be.”

to see me, or acknowledge my presence?” I snap, riled

corrects, not bothering to be vicious with his words or to look at me, his eyes still on Rafe.

his father, who takes him willingly. Then I take two steps forward, interposing myself between myself and Rafe so that Xander forced to look at me. When he bends to try to look around me I shift my weight so that

as cold as ice. ” You will look at me, Xander. I am your

my queen,” he hisses, his eyes finally meeting mine, flinty and dark. “I am Atalaxian

me,” I say, dismissive, and then – without really realizing what I’m doing – I access my gift. I don’t close my eyes to do it this time, instead allowing the lavender calmness to radiate from me, to reach out towards him. I can see it, the lavender tint that the air around us takes, but I’m not

he feels it begin to work, to sweep through is

And I see…all of it, inside of

home. I can see it within you – the cancer is taking

Xander hisses, taking a frightened step from me. “You are a witch – like all

a sigh, turning away from him and returning to Sinclair’s side, taking my child back into my

cursed

go away. We have celebrations to attend. I’ll tell Sarah and Jessica you

at this, his eyes flashing as he looks between Sinclair and I.

guards and nod. Instantly, they come forward and grab Xander by the arms, dragging him away. He makes a fuss, drawing some gazes, but he’s removed from the room quickly enough that the

then, letting my shoulders slump for a moment as I turn towards Sinclair, resting my head

I look up at him. ” I’m sorry – did

did perfectly, Queen,” he says, running his knuckles down my cheek. “Do you need