The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

We’re able to see the true fallout of Xander’s death as the next few days pass, which are…more stressful than I’d like them to be. Cora, luckily, stays at my side through most of it, knowing that I need her support.

“Well,” she says, lounging in bed with me and flicking through her phone ” you’ll be happy to know that incidents of people calling you a hero outweigh those calling you a murderer three to one by this point!”

I sigh and throw a pretzel at my sister, giving her a little glare that she returns with a grin. Both of us are lounging around in pajamas because Sinclair has asked me not to leave our suite until things calm down a bit. Rafe lays peacefully in the blankets between us, gurgling and grabbing at his toes.

“Don’t tease me,” I murmur. “You know I hate this.”

“You need to get over it, Ells,” Cora murmurs, returning her attention to her phone. “You care way too much about what people think about you. You did what you did for everyone’s good. People just love to have someone to dogpile on. And like I said, there are way more people on your side than those who are against you, so I think it’s all turning out nicely.”

“Easy for you to say,” I sigh. “You’re the martyred duchess whose wedding I ruined.”

“I know,” she says, flashing me a wicked grin. “No one’s saying anything bad about me, the poor innocent duchess!”

I growl a little and toss another pretzel at her, satisfied when this one bounces off of her head.

Both of us turn towards the door when it opens though, and twin smiles light our faces when both Sinclair and Roger come in.

“Hey!” Cora calls, sitting up and waving to her mate. “Welcome to the slumber party!”

“I’m jealous,” Roger says as he and Sinclair cross to us. Roger easily slides onto the bed next to Cora, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “You three look so comfortable. And cozy.”

“Yeah well,” I mutter, leaning against Sinclair as he settles on the bed behind me and drops a kiss to my cheek before leaning forward to tickle Rafe’s belly. The baby giggles eagerly, which makes me smile, just a little. “You wouldn’t be so happy about it, Roger, if you were forced to be cozy because you’re on house arrest. Or suite arrest. Or whatever.”

“Well, Ella,” Roger says, looking at me with wide, innocent eyes, a wicked grin starting on his mouth. “I mean, you could always, you know, leap out the window if you’re feeling too contained

But he just snatches it out

with a sigh, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close against him. He rubs his cheek warmly against my head and passes a great deal of warmth and love down the bond, knowing that I need it. It hasn’t been easy on me, these past

that it’s rather an understatement that I’ve been living up

trouble?” Sinclair asks, planting a kiss on my cheek. “Or do we need to bring you more snacks first, so

my mouth. I have indeed been snacking a lot these past few days. Anxious

the military. Since Xander was a war criminal and was actively

Cora says, her eyebrows going up.

Roger says, ” dad was behind a lot of it. But, as a result, the role of Queen has been officially marked as a military and political figure in

I mutter, looking down at the blankets and sighing, feeling

political and military power in the nation if the King does, and no one who truly understands this situation believes that you did anything wrong. All right?

sigh. “You’re not

sweet baby scent as he

sigh again before he begins. “The Atalaxians, as we guessed

Roger adds, his

offense as a rationale to

fly open. “Does this mean,”

it – Xander is barely their citizen. But they’re taking advantage of it, trying to back us into

thin line as I stare at my little baby, my sweet Rafe,

War.

I want for our world right now,

at the heart

was anything

up at him as

you think that’s true?” I ask, holding my mate’s gaze. “I mean, Prince Calvin confirmed as much, the night of

that what that Prince