The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

I feel the poor human woman’s shoulders shake and I take a deep breath, remembering my duty to her as well. “Come on,” I say, trying to keep my voice light as I turn her and her daughters away. “I’m so sorry about this – let’s get somewhere more peaceful.”

And as we begin to walk away, I leave my faith in Sinclair to settle this as he will. But I hope to hell the Atalaxians know what’s good for them, because my mate?

He won’t hesitate to fight, if they push him to it. And if they do? I shake my head, considering how fast each of them will lose.

But I put this out of my mind, chatting lightly with the woman as we move away, asking her name. The woman introduces herself as Tempest Bowers, a journalist and the wife of an elected official of one of our eastern provinces. Genuinely pleased to meet her, I begin to ask more questions about their lives as we move to the head table, where I know for certain that there is plenty of candy for the girls to take.

But before we can get there, someone hits my shoulder – hard as they pass, making me stumble. My ankle twists in my high heel and I lose my balance, threatening to fall, gasping and holding Rafe tight to me.

Tempest grabs my arm just in time.

“Oh my goodness,” she says, her eyes wide as she helps me regain my balance. And then both of our eyes move to follow the hateful old man my uncle, of course who hit me hard with his shoulder on his way out. He does not bother to look back and apologize.

Of course, why would he? He did it on purpose.

“He’s a hateful old creep, isn’t he?” I ask, frowning after the man, and the woman to my surprise – bursts out laughing.

“He is certainly a piece of work,” she says, nodding along and dropping my arm. “Do you…know him?”

“He’s my uncle,” I say with a grimace, making her laugh again, harder this time.

“I have some in my family,” Tempest says, looking after him as he storms from the room, “who are…less pleasant too. So, I can emote with that.”

Sinclair and I had our dinner and I hand the girls as many candy bars as I can find left on the table,

and laughing. ” Go find dad, all right?” she

I say as I watch them run

Tempest replies, reaching out to run a finger across Rafe’s sleepy cheek. “Your own is a

a happy little sigh, looking down at

glances over her shoulder, seeing Sinclair striding

you, your highness – and thank you, very much, for your

me Ella,” I say with a grin. “After that? We have to

from me with a little wave just before Sinclair gets to my

Then his eyes follow my new friend as she walks away. “Is

seems well recovered,” I say, pleased, “though I wish it hadn’t happened at all. I mean honestly, why would the Atalaxians even come to a party

looking for a bit of

I ask, my eyes

Sinclair murmurs, his eyes on the door where Xander just left, “if the Atalaxians brought him to have someone to pick their fight for them. I mean, come on they had

door.

be done,” he sighs. I look up at Sinclair to ask why,

smile a little, handing him over to her, pleased to see

as Cora and I are, but I have to admit – he makes quite the handsome groom, and I think

he stands there listening to Sinclair recap the events? He’s every bit

breath, so grateful again for my family, but I’m distracted

door. “I don’t trust this. If he was publicly embarrassed and his new nation didn’t stand up for what he

Calvin standing there behind them, his own face worried. “I came to let you know that trouble is brewing, but…I think you’ve already figured it

taking a step forward, my face falling. “Is