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.

my voice stern as I slowly

low snarl. But he’s pissed – I can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders, the tense set of every single

begin with, and he’d never hurt me. But still, I don’t want

him close to my chest before standing up and moving to

you want me to do?” I ask, my voice

myself? I want to go. I’m not only eager to make a connection with the only Atalaxian who has even hinted that he might want to build bridges between our

dying to know what it is. I want very much to go to this dinner and

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

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

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 new from him, I’ll do it. But if you want me to stay?” I shrug.

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

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

me think on it,” he

to think about?” I

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

smile from my mate. “Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him, “it’s

why didn’t

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

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

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

“you just stay

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

crib while continuing to

face from mine, even