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.”

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. The

enough!” Tempest says, putting her hands out and laughing. ”

I say as

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

happy little sigh, looking down at

glances over her shoulder, seeing

leave you to this,” she says, gesturing towards him. “But it was very nice to meet you, your highness – and thank you, very much, for your help over there. I apologize for any trouble – we really didn’t

nothing wrong. And please call me Ella,” I say

a little wave just before Sinclair gets to

worried. Then his eyes

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

replies with a grimace, “that they were looking for a bit of a fight. Or,

ask, my eyes going

just left, “if the Atalaxians brought him to have someone to pick their fight for them. I mean,

to him and likewise looking towards the door. “Bringing someone who they knew would

I look up at Sinclair to ask why, but we’re both distracted when the

I think unconsciously reaching for the baby. I smile a little, handing him over to her, pleased to see how much Rafe’s auntie loves

solidly next to Sinclair and I turn my fond gaze to him now. He’s not as familiar with human wedding traditions as Cora and I are, but I have to admit – he

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

family, but I’m distracted from this pleasure by Roger’s next

door. “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 going to

have to agree,” a voice chimes in, and Roger and Sinclair part to reveal Calvin standing there behind them, his own face worried. “I came to let

say, taking a step forward, my face falling. “Is he…do you know what