The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Sinclair

“I’m worried about Ella.” I confess, pushing away my dinner.

“You still haven’t been able to connect?” Hugo inquires, looking up from his own meal. We’re on theroad today, in between territories and enjoying a rare night free of politics – though not free of stress.This is the first time I’ve been able to stop moving all day, and I know I have a long night of researchand preparations for our next destination ahead.

“Not the way I want.” I confirm. “We talk on the phone but something feels off. It would be different if Icould actually see her, hold her and feel her emotions for myself. I can’t stand this distance.”

“Maybe that’s all this is then,” Hugo guesses. “You feel anxious because you’re so far away and don’thave the bond to rely on, and the absence of the connection is driving your wolf to distraction”

“But it’s not just her.” I admit, “Every time I ask Dad or Gabriel about Ella, it feels like they’re holdingsomething back, and it concerns me that she’s not coming to our dreams. Every time I reach out forher… it’s like she’s not even there.”

“That’s not unheard of. Dream meetings take more energy than regular sleep -more brain power.”

Hugo reasons, “Few couples meet that way every night, or even weekly – especially under suchstressful conditions.”

“My worry is that she’s too stressed. I can hardly get her to turn on the video function on calls lately andwhen I do she’s got great big circles under her eyes.” I grumble, “And if I could get her into a dreamthen I could force her to tell me what’s going on, but my voice alone can only do so much.”

Not to mention the naughty thing replaces an excuse to get off the phone as soon as we get stern with her.My wolf adds crankily.

“You knew that was a risk.” Hugo replies with a sigh, “And if you ask me, she’s not the only one workingherself into the ground to distract herself from missing her mate.”

“That’s not why I’m doing it.” I counter grumpily, and he shoots me a disbelieving glance. “At least, it’snot the only reason. There’s too much to do. I feel guilty every time I take even the smallest break.”

“You and Ella are two sides of the same coin.”

Hugo laughs, “I think you both need to take a day off.”

“A day off to do what?” I scowl, feeling irrationally annoyed with my Beta even though I know he’s onlytrying to help. “Sightsee? Read a novel? While my people are dying?”

“So Ella shouldn’t get one either?” Hugo inquires slyly, finishing his plate. “She should keep workingherself into the ground, until she’s completely burnt out?”

“That’s different.” I bite, baring my fangs at him.

“Why?” Hugo demands. “Why is it okay for her to take care of herself, but not you?”

“Because I don’t have the luxury of burning out! If I do, then I compromise the entire fvcking war.” Iburst out angrily.

“And that’s exactly why you should set some damned boundaries for yourself, Dom.” Hugo growls.“Because if you keep this up, you will render yourself useless to us whether you approve of it or not. Sofor the love of the Goddess man, take the night off. Go call your mate and talk it out, take the edge off,do whatever you need. And come back tomorrow recharged.”

I narrow my eyes at him, annoyance surging through my veins, “You know you can be a bl00dy pricksometimes.”

“Yeah, but I’m right.” Hugo snorts, not the least bit bothered by the insult.

“Of course you are, that’s why it’s so damn iritating.” I chuckle, standing and clapping him on theshoulder. “Thank you, brother.”

I leave the hotel dining room and retreat to my room, pulling out my phone. It’s about 8 o’clock, andthough Ella and I normally tałk much later than this, I think our brief bedtime calls might be part of theproblem – they don’t leave us enough time to speak in depth. I dial her number and wait for the line topick up, my wolf sighing with satisfaction when her silky voice fills my ear, ” Dominic?”

“Hello trouble.” I greet her, “What are you up to?”

“Just trying to catch up on the summit plans.” She explains. “Is everything okay? You’re early.”

“Everyth ing is just fine. I decided to take the night off, so you should too.” I order warmly.

“But I have so much left to do.” Ella objects, sounding uncertain.

“It wasn’t a suggestion, little wolf.”I chuckle darkly, “I’m making an executive decision that we both needa break.”

“But -“

“No buts, this is happening.” I command, leaving no room for argument. “Have you eaten dinner?”

“Yes.” Ella answers, sounding only slightly sullen.

“Did you have dessert?”I follow up, wishing she would turn on her damn camera so I can see her.

“No… though the chef did make an especially delicious looking cake today.” She reveals, obviouslonging in her voice.

“Okay, then you call down to the kitchens and have someone bring you an extra large slice. Then drawyourself a bath, turn on your video, and you and I are going to talk about absolutely anything but work.Sound like a plan?” I inquire.

“That depends,” Ella replies slyly. “Are you actually asking or is this another order?”

“What do you think?” I laugh, missing her so much my c.hest hurts.

“I think you’re a bossy tyrant.” She answers tartly.

But I miss you, so Ill be good just this once.”

Fifteen minutes later her camera clicks on, and I’m granted with the sight of my glorious, n.aked matein a steaming bubble bath, a h.uge slab of chocolate cake resting on the edge of the tub. I scour herbeautiful face, frowning at the dark circles looming against her pale skin. Ella looks as though she’srunning herself ragged – worse, she looks drawn and anxious. In that instant, I know that this is morethan stress oI exhaustion and I’m furious with myself for not doing this sooner.

“Alright, baby. Time to come clean.” My wolf’s instincts are screaming that something is very wronghere. “What’s really going on with you?”

Ella flushes and averts her eyes, a clear sign of deceit. “This is all just harder than I expected.” Shesays quietly. “Not that I expected any of it really. I just miss you, and working with the refugees is sowonderful – it feels so right, but it’s hard. It’s really hard.”

I tsk gently, hating the fact that she’s on a screen and not in front of me. “I believe it. But we both knowthat’s not all.”I press, and part of me imagines I can feel her tension even at this great distance. Ella

sets her jaw, and I can tell she’s determined to stay silent. “Come on, talk to me, mate. Let me help.”

She shakes her head. “Im fine. Just tired and wishing you were here.” I let a heavy silence hangbetween us, and when I don’t say anything, she peeks up at me from beneath her lashes. “Why?

Did someone say something?”

My wolf sits up at attention. “Why? What would they have said?” I growl forebodingly.

Ella squirms beneath the bubbles, and I increase the force of my growl, trying to send all my power anddominance through the phone. I wasn’t sure it would work, but Ella shudders instinctively. Shè’s stillfighting me, but I don’t let up, and eventually she breaks. “I lied to you!” She finally bursts, tearsflooding her eyes.

“What about?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even.

“I haven’t been missing our dream dates because I’m tired.” She sniffles. “Ive been having really badnightmares ever since I remembered my wolf being bound. I don’t even have a chance to try to go toyou because the moment I close my eyes the bad dreams come and then I spend half the night tryingto avoid going back to sleep but I never succeed and then it just happens all over again.”

Her voice is shaky and her l!ps quiver dangerously. “And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you toworry and I made Phil!ppe promise not to tell either – so of course he’s pissed at me.

And your recording helps but it’s not the same as having you here…and the worst part of all is thatevery time it happens it upsets the baby and I don’t know how to make it stop!”

As usual, my wolf goes to pieces at the sound of her tears, and I can’t even bring myself to be angry forthe secret. “Sweetheart, it’s okay.” I croon, and my arms reach for her even though I know she’s notreally here. A purr takes up in my c.hest, as she buries her face in her hands and begins to sob.

Ella, I’m not mad. Please don’t cry.” I beg. “We’ll figure this out. We’ll make it stop. If I have to followyou into your dreams and drag you back to safety, I will.”

She lifts her head meekly, “Is that even possible?”

“Nothing is impossible when it comes to us, baby.”

I promise, “Not even the goddess will keep me from you now that I know – mark my words. When yougo to bed tonight I’ll be waiting, and wherever your dreams take you, Il come. I promise I’ll replace you – nomatter what”