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.”

at her then, liking this woman very much. We finish crossing to the table where Sinclair and I had our dinner and I hand the girls as many candy bars as I can find left on the table, knowing no one will miss them.

putting her hands out and laughing. ” Go find dad, all right?” she says, nodding to

girls,” I say as I watch them run

to run a finger across Rafe’s

on a happy little sigh, looking down at my kid with a smile. “And

over her shoulder, seeing Sinclair striding

towards him. “But it was very nice to meet you, your highness – and thank you, very much, for your help over there. I

I say, my eyebrows going up. “You did nothing wrong. And please call me Ella,” I say with a grin.

and nods, stepping away from me with a little wave

voice worried. Then his eyes follow my new

pleased, “though I wish it hadn’t happened at all. I mean honestly, why would the Atalaxians even come to a party of mixed humans and wolves when they despise the idea so

a grimace, “that they were looking for a bit of a fight. Or, at least that Xander

ask, my eyes going

fight for them. I mean, come on they had to

towards the door. “Bringing someone who they knew would force you to show your

may not be done,” he sighs. I look up at Sinclair to ask why, but we’re both distracted when the bride and groom

little, handing him over to

not as familiar with human wedding traditions as Cora and I are, but I have to admit – he makes

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

so grateful again for my family, but I’m

“I don’t trust this. If he was publicly embarrassed and his new nation didn’t stand up for what he believes to be his rights, as you suggest, I’m not sure a man like Xander is

standing there behind them, his own face worried.

face falling. “Is he…do you know