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.

didn’t do this, Dominic,” I say, my voice stern

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

begin with, and he’d never hurt me. But still, I don’t want him to lose his temper, not when

the baby and gather him close to my chest before standing up and

do you want me to do?” I ask, my

to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even hinted that he might want to

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

is about ready to tear this man apart for asking me to dinner

his breath and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me

own hands for now. If you want me to go, and

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

Sinclair moves his thumb to my mouth, tracing the line of

me think on it,”

think about?” I ask softly,

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

“Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him, “it’s not

didn’t

talk to him you get all growly!” I say, laughing. ” I’m nice

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

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

my shoulder and then down my back, “you just stay in bed, all the time? Then

my chin up, silently begging for a 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 his. I open my mouth to him, eagerly giving into

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

Sinclair groans, and lifts his face from mine, even though