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

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 few days. Even if Tempest article did a great deal

understatement that I’ve been

kiss on my cheek. “Or do we need to bring you more snacks

past few days. Anxious eating has never really been my

the military. Since Xander was a war criminal and was actively committing a violent crime that would have resulted in an order

eyebrows going up. “How the

lot of it. But, as a result, the role of Queen has been officially marked as a military and political figure in this

I mutter, looking down at the blankets and

Queen should have political and military power in the nation if the King does, and no one who truly understands this

at him, giving another sigh. “You’re not telling me everything,” I say, knowing that

eyes and breathe in Rafe’s sweet baby scent as he reaches out

Sinclair sigh again before he begins.

adds, his

this so-called offense as a

and my own eyes fly open. “Does this

and everyone knows it – Xander is barely their citizen. But they’re taking advantage of it, trying to back us into a corner so that we give them whatever they want

stare at

War.

for our world right now,

somehow, I’m at the heart

if there was anything I could have done

reaching out a warm hand that settles on my hip. I look up at him

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

Prince said?” Cora