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.

voice stern as I slowly

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

wanting to set him off. I mean, I’m not scared, not at all I didn’t do anything wrong to begin with, and he’d never

quite calmly, I reach for the baby and gather him close to my chest before standing up

you want me to do?” I

I want to go. I’m not only eager to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has

and I and I’m dying to know what it

tear this man apart for asking me to dinner –

down into my face, I can tell all of these thoughts are rushing through his mind as well. But then he looses his breath and wraps an arm around my waist,

me to go, and to see what I can do to make a connection with Atalaxia, or if I can learn anything

smile a little. I like it when he’s possessive like this. Warmth coils within

the line

on

about?” I ask softly,

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

burst out laughing here, earning a little smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him, “it’s

didn’t

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

a little, “maybe you should

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?

murmurs, moving his hand from my face and slipping it to my shoulder and then down my back, “you just stay in bed, all the time? Then no foreign princes will ever hit on you, and I’ll get

of love and desire down our bond. Sinclair growls in

his crib while continuing to kiss my mate, because no part of me wants

groans, and lifts his face from mine, even