The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

“Ella,” my mate growls as my tears start to subside a little bit. And I look up at him with a sniff, into his face that is terribly dark with his anger. His whole body is shaking – not trembling like mine was, but honestly shaking as if he’s trying very, very hard to hold himself back.

“You need to tell me, right now,” Sinclair continues, his voice thick with the effort of not bursting from the room and hunting down the Prince, ” what the hell just happened. I need to know whether or not I need to go murder someone.”

A dark little laugh bursts from me at this – at the casual way my gorgeous mate threatens murder – and his growl intensifies because he is perfectly serious. Hastily I shake my head no as I look up at him.

“No, Dominic,” I say, doing my best to pull myself together and stand up straight. “It’s not like that – it’s…” and I sigh, my eyes going wide. “I mean, it’s a lot – but he didn’t do anything really bad.”

To my surprise, Dominic snarls, his head whipping towards the door.

“Dominic, I just said that – ”

“You said not really bad,” he snaps, implying that he did something bad.”

I reach a hand up now and place it on his cheek, something about Sinclair losing his temper allowing me to fortify myself, to pull myself together for both of us. “I’m going to need you to contain all of this,” I say quietly, making him look at me. “Because you are not going to like what I have to say. But you have to hear it.”

“Please, Ella,” he murmurs, dropping his arms from their tight place around me and taking my face in his hands. ” You’re killing me. Please, please tell me what is going on.”

“Not until you promise not to murder anyone,” I say, dead serious.

And he sighs, but then he nods, agreeing to my terms.

And then I take my mate’s hand and I lead him over to the bed. I take a moment just the briefest one peer into my baby’s crib, my heart filling with joy at the sight of my sweet, darling baby boy. I send him a very tiny pulse of happiness and joy down the bond, hoping it gives him sweet dreams, and then I turn to my bed, and I pull back the covers, and I kick off my shoes and climb in fully dressed. to

the hell?” Sinclair

bed is…it’s where we are just us, where we

then slipping himself under the covers. I immediately curl up next to him, tucking my head beneath

it lets me know that he’s in a better emotional place to hear news that I know is

do as my

start at the beginning and I don’t hold anything

energy between us whenever we touched. I tell him about the genuine friendship I feel for the man and our instant connection – how it feels, immediately, like talking to an old friend. And then I tell him about what happened tonight – the glow between us, the spark within me that I’m pretty sure he felt within himself, the very literal energy

I speak, but he doesn’t interrupt. I wind my arms closer around him not only because I’m grateful for him, but also because I think he needs it, needs to feel my body close so that he doesn’t race out of

he breaks when I finally

he said…Dominic, he says he thinks that I’m

snarl that rips from Sinclair when I say the words even I draw back in fear as he pulls himself from my arms and throws himself out of bed, his chest heaving, his eyes on the door. His whole

in his crib at the sound and I think the insane emotions that are pulsing from Sinclair at this moment, but I can’t even look over at my baby, my

reaching for him,

body start to shift as he loses control, his shoulders hunching, his nails elongating to razor-sharp

“He didn’t -”

barks, and then he loses it, letting out a roar as he transforms fully into his wolf and sprints for the door. He

bed in my black gown as my baby screams in the crib next

pull myself together as I stare at

out there hunting a Prince, adding more fuel to the fire

my head towards my child, who still screams with fear and shock and sadness, and I know that there’s absolutely nothing

as I

livid, I realize, because I need Sinclair with me tonight I need to talk this through with him, and as much as I realize that he’s upset I can’t believe that he just did that just burst from the room in a

I stare at his poor crying face, I force myself to