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.

do this, Dominic,” I say, my voice stern as I slowly start to shake my head

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

begin with, and he’d never

quite calmly, I reach for the baby and gather him close to

to do?” I ask, my voice

eager to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even hinted that he might want to build bridges between our

of connection between Calvin and I and I’m dying to know what it is. I

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

then he looses his breath and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as he softly raises a

“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

tightening, and even though I know he’s upset I can’t help but smile a little. I like it when he’s

Sinclair moves his thumb to my mouth, tracing the line

on

to think about?”

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

little smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I say, shaking my

didn’t

you get all growly!” I say, laughing. ” I’m

murmurs, snapping his teeth at me a little, “maybe you should be a

him, stepping closer to that my body lines as flush as it can against his with the baby in my arms. “First

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

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

little frantic suddenly, wondering how to simultaneously get the baby to his crib while continuing to kiss my mate, because no part of me wants to break away any

lifts his face from mine, even though I’m