The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

“What do you mean I made it snow?” Cora frowns at me as she bustles around the kitchen, making mimosas. ” That’s ridiculous – you must have imagined it.”

“It totally snowed!” I protest, laughing and shaking my head at her, turning to Sinclair at the table for support.

“It did,” he says, raising his eyebrows at Cora even as he hands Rafe another slice of apple. “”The news is completely baffled by the sudden cold-snap that immediately disappeared by morning. They’re calling it the duke’s miracle.”

“What!?” Cora gasps, spinning to stare at Sinclair wide-eyed.

“That’s so cool,” Roger says, grinning at baby Jesse in his arms, who peers up at his dad with sleepy eyes.” Mom’s magic, Jesse,” he whispers. ” It’s very cool.”

“You guys are just teasing me,” Cora sighs, leaning against the counter as I turn the knob on the stove, cutting off the fire beneath the pan of eggs, sausage, and bacon that I’ve finished frying up.

“Dominic is dead serious,” I say, nodding to Cora eagerly with raised eyebrows. “Seriously, word got to the media that the nation’s beloved duchess had her baby and that night it snowed unseasonably early – people are freaking out.” I laugh a little as I starting to portion our breakfast out onto plates.

“Oh my god,” Cora says, covering her face with her hands. “I didn’t even mean to do that – do you really think it was me?”

“You tend to affect the weather when you’re emotional,” Roger says, grinning at his magical mate with a happy shrug. “I think it makes a lot of sense.”

“Oh, that’s so weird,” Cora says with a sigh, shaking her head at Roger and then at me. “People are going to start figuring out what we can do, Ella,” she says. “We’re going to need to have some sort of story.”

“I think my secrets kind of already out,” I say, giving a little grimace. ”

And why do we have to tell anyone anything? Just let the rumors fly – it’s not anyone’s business but ours.”

“Yeah,” Cora says, rolling her eyes at me before turning back to her previous task of adding the world’s tiniest amount of orange juice to nearly-full glasses of champagne. “Until they burn us at the stake for being witches or something.”

do that,” Sinclair murmurs, smirking a little as he

at Cora as if it’s inconsequential, “it’s not like it will

this and

“I guess you’re right and it doesn’t really matter at least not until our children develop some

it to all of us in a toast. The rest of us raise our glasses as well,

deeply. I fake mine, just letting the bubbles of the champagne press against my lips before putting the drink

would usually love to toast my nephew’s birth with

day, and I don’t want to steal her thunder just yet. Not that I think she’d mind, just…one happy announcement at a

sleep?” I ask, raising my chin towards

says, crossing her arms and frowning over at

little. “He’ll find his patterns soon, don’t worry. How did you

a little

days of

says, laughing already and glancing over at

begrudge me my sleep, Cora,” Roger says, looking at her completely unashamed of himself. “It is self-care. I will not apologize

a baby to care for now,” she throws at him, though she smiles. I grin, truly appreciating their teasing relationship. “You

Roger says, gesturing to

share of childcare without complaint, day or night. He’ll just tease

the baby all day,” Sinclair asks, turning mischievous eyes on

run the military

Roger says, grinning down at Jesse like it’s obvious.

down his back. And honestly, I don’t mind it as much as I probably

I consider it, though, my hand passively drifts over my stomach, because I wonder quietly if the same will be true when there’s a girl in the picture. Would Roger have said the same thing – that it’s never too early for the child to get used to a war room if Jesse had been a girl and

boys who are barely a year older than her, and I’m damn well going to

says, passing the words discreetly into my mind but keeping his eyes on Rafe as Cora