The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

I spin around to face my mate, my hands on my hips, ready to defend myself. But he closes the distance in an instant, taking my face in his hands.

“Are you all right?” he growls, looking down into my face, his eyes quickly moving over my features. My mouth falls open a bit and I blink in surprise. “I’m fine, Dominic.”

“Thank god,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around me and gathering me to him in a tight hug. “I mean, I’m mad as hell, Ella I can’t believe you did that, but -”

“Dominic!” I protest, pulling back a little and frowning up at him. “How could I not have done that!?”

“Are you seriously asking me how you could have not jumped out of the window and attacked a man under the explicit protection of a nation about to take us to war? How you could have just let the palace guards that we hired to protect our people handle it, like they were about to do?”

I narrow my eyes at him, but…well. I also see his point.

Still. I stand by it – every moment of it.

“His life was mine to take,” I say, my voice more of a growl than I intended it to be. “Mine, Dominic. And no – I didn’t do it for vengeance, but he crossed a line tonight, trying to take Sarah and Jessica like he did. Would you have let him live, after he did that?”

Sinclair’s mouth tightens into a thin line. “No,” he says, answering honestly. “I’d have had the guards shoot him, take the shot as soon as they safely could.”

“His death was mine,” I repeat. “If someone was going to take it, I wanted the blood on my hands. And you, of all people, know why.”

Sinclair steps back from me a second, looking down at the man’s blood quite literally all over me. And then he sighs, and shakes his head, and surprises me by starting to tug at my shirt.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“What, would you like to sleep in your blood-soaked clothing, Ella?” He asks, glaring at me a little. “You need a shower, and to get changed.”

“Oh,” I reply, realizing that he’s helping me. And so I take a step back, raising my hands and letting my mate pull my shirt over my head.

did,” Sinclair says softly as he helps me strip. He pauses and glares at me when he sees the long cut along my side, but I roll my eyes before closing them and accessing my gift. It just takes a second – it’s

and healed. Satisfied, he nods and then moves to the shower, turning the water on so

was saying,” he picks up, turning to me again. “I’m not sad to see him

own tuxedo, now likewise stained with my uncle’s blood. “I’m…Queen now. I should have let someone

best to keep my hair dry as Sinclair ducks into the closet to grab us both a fresh set of clothes. When he

I say quietly, my voice apologetic. “There may have

He hands me a towel, looking at me with a blank face. “It will…be what it is. Wolves won’t care about the violence –

towel off. “All the good press

around my naked waist and again pulling me flush against him. ” We’ll handle it, Ella,” he murmurs,

“You think it’s fixable?”

Queen,” he says, shaking his head with

up at him. ” That’s not

an inch. “Now,” he raises his head more and swats me on the ass, maybe a little harder than necessary, but it just makes me grin. “Get dressed. Let’s go…see what the hell our

him again, grateful that he’s on my side. I know that he’s madder

good to know that he’s got my

bun before stepping into some slippers. When I’m ready,

Roger stands next to her, Rafe asleep in his arms. Henry turns his chair towards us

asks, nodding down at

Cora says softly, shaking her head as she concentrates on me. “The press is getting wind, and

are you all right? Did

and reaching for my baby. “But forget about the

come in and start making plans for how to handle this but…” he glances up at Roger. “We wanted a moment,

is?” Sinclair says, crossing his arms

I personally wouldn’t have leapt from the window to do

Xander crossed the line – he was going to get taken out. It was just

we all agreed?” I

up at me. “Wait, why am I being singled out?” she

I say, shrugging a

she says,

because honestly,