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.

along my side, but I roll my eyes before closing them and accessing my gift. It just takes a second – it’s

the skin again smooth and healed. Satisfied, he nods and then moves to the shower, turning the water on so it’s nice and steamy, just

he picks up, turning to me again.

I say, sighing and stepping into the shower as Sinclair strips his own tuxedo, now likewise stained with my uncle’s blood. “I’m…Queen

soap myself down, doing best to keep my hair dry as Sinclair ducks into the closet to grab us both a fresh set of clothes. When he comes back, I’m

quietly, my

as I turn off the water and step out of the shower. He hands me a towel, looking at me with a blank face. “It will…be what it is. Wolves won’t care about the

at the door as I towel off. “All the good press will we bought with

and again pulling me flush against him. ” We’ll handle it, Ella,” he murmurs, brushing

“You think it’s fixable?”

think you’re the Queen,” he says, shaking his head with a little shrug. ”

a little, looking up at him. ” That’s not what

raises his head more and swats me on the ass, maybe a little harder

stand on my toes and kiss him again, grateful that he’s on my side. I know that he’s madder than he’s letting on, and that this really

to know that

a quick bun before stepping into some slippers. When I’m ready, I nod, and Sinclair and I together

the couch with Jessica by her side, a tablet in her hands. Roger stands next

down at the

her head as she concentrates

you – are you all right? Did

reaching for my baby. “But

“We’ve been getting reports, and the aids are desperate to come in and start making plans for how to handle this

Sinclair says, crossing

wouldn’t have leapt from the window to do it?” He

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

we all agreed?” I ask, looking

why am I being singled

shrugging a

she says,

us say anything, because honestly, that’s what we’re