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.

I say, my voice stern as I slowly

did, Ella,” he snaps, his voice a low snarl. But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders, the tense set of every single

not scared, not at all I didn’t do anything wrong to begin with, and he’d never hurt me. But still, I

I reach for the baby and gather him close to

to do?” I ask,

not only eager to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who

I’m dying to know what it

this man apart for asking me to dinner – especially because Sinclair thinks that he’s into me

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

Dominic,” I say quietly. “I am done taking things into my own hands for now. If you want me to

I can’t help but smile a little. I like it

that heat, Sinclair moves his thumb to my mouth, tracing the line of my lower lip with the edge of

me think on

to think about?” I ask

cons,” he answers, taking a deep sniff of my scent, apparently relishing it, “of ripping

earning a little smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him, “it’s not a

didn’t he

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

little, “maybe you should be a little

his with the baby in my arms. “First you

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

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

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

from mine, even though I’m still