The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

I snatch the note out of my mate’s hand, muttering “he’s not my prince,” but no one really acknowledges the words as I tear the envelope open and eagerly read the short letter inside. When I see what it says, my eyebrows arch almost to my hairline.

“What is it?” Cora asks, leaning eagerly forward.

“He wants to…go to dinner,” I say, frowning a little.

“Dinner,” Sinclair says, frowning and sliding his hands into his pockets. ”

Why on earth would he want that? We have three more dinners with the Atalaxians scheduled over the next few nights, he could go to any one of those

“No, Dominic,” I say softly, looking up at him. “The note is only addressed to me.”

My mate goes still as my words, and their implications, sink in. And then his face goes dark.

“Okay!” Roger says in too-cheerful tones, wrapping his hands around Cora’s arms as he stands up, dragging her with him. “Time for us to go! It’s been a pleasure, Dom – we’ll see you later – ”

“What?” Cora gasps, fumbling to her feet and looking between Roger and me. “No, I want to stay!”

“Nope!” he says, moving her hastily for the door. “We’re out of here!”

“Roger, I’m in pajamas – ”

“If you don’t kill anyone, Cora, no one will care what you’re wearing -”

My eyes follow my protesting sister as Roger pulls her from the room, shutting the door behind them. And then my eyes snap up to my mate who glowers silently down at me, the only sounds in the room our little baby happily cooing next to us.

this, Dominic,” I say, my voice stern

snaps, his voice a low snarl. But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness

begin with, and he’d never hurt

the baby and gather him close

do you want me to do?” I ask, my voice perfectly calm.

only eager to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even

I and I’m dying to know what it is. I want very much to go

Sinclair – he’s my mate. And he is about ready to tear this man apart for asking me to dinner – especially because Sinclair thinks that

tell all of these thoughts are rushing through his mind as well. But then he looses his breath and wraps

“I am your Queen, Dominic,” I say quietly. “I am done taking things into my own hands for now. If you want me to go, and to see what I can do to make a connection with Atalaxia, or if I can learn anything new from him, I’ll

know he’s upset I can’t help but smile a little. I like it when he’s possessive like this. Warmth coils within me, heating

the line of

on it,” he

think about?”

my scent, apparently relishing it, “of ripping him to shreds

my mate. “Dominic,” I

why didn’t he invite

I say, laughing. ” I’m nice to him, which

little, “maybe you should be a little less nice to

up at him, stepping closer to that my body lines as flush as it can against his with the baby in my arms. “First you tell me that you’d prefer I didn’t kill the enemies, now you’re telling me not to be nice? Honestly, Dominic, mixed messages over here –

shoulder and then down my back, “you just stay in bed, all the time? Then no foreign princes will ever hit on

little pulse of love and desire down our bond. Sinclair growls in response and lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me roughly, claiming me

get the baby to his crib while continuing to

lifts his face from mine, even though