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.”

murmur, taking a step forward and putting a hand on his back, stroking up and down, wanting to bring him comfort. “Tell me,” I say, and my mate turns and

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

his head, looking down at me with his gorgeous green eyes. “It doesn’t matter what

going to take the

little, considering. “Does this

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

and I sigh in

I

me still until he has the zipper all the way down to my ass. Then

“I already sent word to the Prince, accepting in your stead.” A shiver

what are you doing?” I ask, turning and frowning at him even as he tries

dress off you, Ella,” he says, gruff. “Don’t you have like, a dirty old sack you can wear? Or a saggy

Dominic! I’m not going to dinner with

eyebrow at me. “Ella, I was hard the moment I

waving a dismissive hand, “But that’s every dress –

right it is,” he growls, stepping towards me again, the predator

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

my dress back up over my shoulders while I

a little sigh, taking the baby from me.

him 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 that gets

scent mark you,” he says as I

say again, though I don’t stop moving, wanting to be in his arms 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

my words falter a bit as Sinclair gets his shirt off, revealing his broad, muscled chest. My mouth goes a little dry as his hands move

it, Ella,” he commands, his voice low

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

to

bed. And then I slowly start to crawl across it, wearing nothing but my black pumps, and my panties, and my

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