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.

sees the long cut along my side, but I roll my eyes before

the skin again smooth and healed. Satisfied, he nods and then moves to the shower, turning

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

my uncle’s blood. “I’m…Queen now.

dry as Sinclair ducks into the closet to grab us both a fresh set of clothes. When he comes back, I’m nearly finished.

I say quietly, my voice

he says on a sigh 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 violence – I think, when the details come out, they’ll understand.

I towel off. “All the good press will we bought

arm around my naked waist and again pulling me flush against him. ” We’ll handle it, Ella,” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles down the length of my cheek, and I

“You think it’s fixable?”

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

up at him. ” That’s not what

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

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

know that he’s got

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

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

nodding down at

both of us. ” It’s…not good,” Cora says softly, shaking her head as she concentrates on

are you – are you all

side and reaching for my baby. “But

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 make sure we’re all on the same

says, crossing his arms and looking

did the right thing, Ella,” he says, locking eyes with me and nodding. “I mean, I personally wouldn’t have leapt from the window to do it?” He cocks his head to the

he was going to get taken

we all agreed?” I ask, looking

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

shrugging a

she says,

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