The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 457: Preparations

Ella

I jump almost out of my skin when Sinclair bangs through our bedroom door. I spin with the baby in my arms, my eyes wide. Sinclair’s clearly all worked up as he slams the door behind him, his eyes instantly fixed on me, looking me up and down.

“Why are you dressed like that?” he asks, his voice angry, though I can tell that he’s not mad at me he’s just worked up at what must have been a very stressful day.

“Like what?” I ask, looking down at myself. I’m wearing what I think is my most conservative dress – black, floor length with a little bit of a train behind me, with long sleeves and a crew neck that cuts across my collar bones, showing nothing beneath.

“Well, you look beautiful, Ella,” Sinclair bites out, glaring at me a little like it’s an accusation.

I blink at him for a moment, my eyebrows raising. “Is that a problem, Dominic?”

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growls, crossing to me.

“I just thought that I’d get ready, in case I am supposed to go to dinner – ”

“And you decided to wear that!?”

“Okay,” I say, keeping my voice calm and doing my very best to keep my own temper now, because my mate? He’s pushing it. I put one hand out, resting it against his chest. “All right, Dominic. I’m going to give you a minute now to rethink your words, and then we’ll start again.”

He narrows his eyes at me, not liking at all that I’m talking to him like a kindergartener. But I cock my head to the side, asking him to consider the irony that at this moment I need to talk to him like a kindergartener.

After a long moment he sighs and turns away from me, hanging his head and putting his hands on his hips. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, pulling himself together. Then he drops his face in a hand. “It has been a long day, Ella.”

and down, wanting to bring him comfort. “Tell me,” I say, and my mate turns

when he finishes. “I’m sorry, Dominic,” I say, looking

at me with his gorgeous green eyes. “It doesn’t matter what I tried –

understanding, but knowing that he’s going to take

considering.

hand on my shoulder and turning me around. I do as his hands tell me to, spinning so that my back is to him, and then I sigh a little as he clasps my zipper in his hands and

I sigh

then I frown, because…wait,

mate holds me still until he has the zipper all

Prince, accepting in your stead.” A shiver passes through

and frowning at him even as he tries to stop me. “I’m already dressed! I’m

damn dress off you, Ella,” he says, gruff. “Don’t you have like, a dirty old sack

him, starting to pull my dress back on. ” Dominic! I’m not going to dinner with our enemy

hands into his pockets and raising a single eyebrow at me. “Ella, I was hard the moment I walked in the door and saw you

hand, “But that’s every dress

growls, stepping towards me again, the predator

it turns me on. Because Sinclair – I like him like this. Maybe we should keep this Atalaxian

struggling to pull my dress back up over

baby from

over to his little crib and placing him down inside. When that’s done, Sinclair stands by the bed and raises a hand, beckoning me closer with his fingers in a way

to scent mark you,” he says as I

as he shrugs off his suit jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Dominic, you haven’t had to scent mark me in months – I’m your mate I already carry your scent all the

bit as Sinclair gets his shirt off, revealing his broad, muscled chest. My mouth goes a little dry as his hands move to his pants, unbuckling

commands, his

hands to my shoulders and pushing at the dress, slipping it off my arms and letting

nodding to it,

of my dress and over to the bed. And then I slowly start to crawl across it, wearing nothing but my black pumps, and my

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