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 as I slowly start to shake my head

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

do anything wrong to begin with, and he’d

for the baby and gather him close

you want me to do?” I

a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even hinted that

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

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

his mind as well. But then he looses his breath and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me

shake my head, not letting him get out of it that easily. “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

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

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

me think on it,” he

think about?” I ask softly, genuinely

relishing it, “of ripping him to shreds

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

why didn’t

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

teeth at me a little, “maybe you should be a little less nice to

“First you tell me that you’d prefer I didn’t

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

little pulse of love and desire down our bond. Sinclair growls in response and

a 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

from mine,