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

healed. Satisfied, he nods and then moves to the shower,

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

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

into the closet to grab us both a fresh set of clothes. When he comes back, I’m nearly finished. I rinse myself off as I look

quietly, my voice apologetic. “There

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

glancing at the door as I towel

flush against him. ” We’ll handle it, Ella,” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles down the length of my cheek, and I smile a

“You think it’s fixable?”

says, shaking his head with a little shrug. ” No going back

up at him. ”

pressing his lips to mine. “We’ll figure it out,” he murmurs when he pulls away, just 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

side. I know that he’s madder than he’s letting on, and that this really is a big

know that he’s got my

hair up into a quick bun before stepping into some

her side, a tablet in her hands. Roger stands next to her, Rafe asleep in his arms. Henry

Sinclar asks, nodding down at the tablet.

head as she concentrates on

are you all right?

say, stepping to Roger’s side and reaching for my

reports, smiling kindly at Jessica, who looks around at all of us, worried and confused. “We’ve been getting reports, and the aids are desperate to come in and start making plans for how to handle this but…” he glances up at Roger. “We wanted a moment, to

Sinclair says, crossing his

“I mean, I personally wouldn’t

he was going to get taken out. It was just a question

are we all agreed?” I ask, looking particularly at Cora

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

shrugging

she says, raising an

because honestly, that’s what