The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Chapter 22 – Ella’s Nightmares

Ella

“Wait, what!” I exclaim, not believing my own ears. “You got your job back?”

“It sounds like somebody very important called in some favors for me.” My sister confirms. “They evengave me a raise to compensate for my troubles.”

She doesn’t need to say more. There’s only one person with enough power to undo a command issuedby Dominic Sinclair – and that’s Dominic Sinclair himself. “I can’t believe this. Why didn’t he tell me?”

“You mean you didn’t ask?” I can imagine the precise look on Cora’s face. Stunned and reeling at once.

“I mean, not after that first time.” I relate, wondering if I should have tried harder to help her. Did Imisperceive my importance to Sinclair, or the power I hold now that I’m carrying his child?

“Well apparently that’s all it took.” She relates, her voice full of elation. “Thank you, Ella.”

“Don’t thank me,” I object. “I’m the one who got us into this situation to begin with.” I remind her ruefully.

“Of course you didn’t.” She refutes. “Listen, I don’t know how it happened, but either I made a mistakeor…”

“Or what?” I press.

“Or someone did this on purpose.” She sounds uncertain now, as if she can’t fathom the motive forsuch an act. I replace myself equally confused.

“Why would they?” I fret, not wanting to believe my sister messed up so badly, but not seeing any logicin the alternative.

“I don’t know.” She confesses. “But that’s not important now. It’s all going to be okay from here on out.You get your baby, I get my career… the only thing we need now is to replace a way to get revenge onMike.”

“That was a much easier problem to solve before he fled halfway across the country.” I share. “I’m notsure how I’m supposed to enact any sort of plan against him when he’s so far away.”

“You could always ask for Sinclair’s help.” Cora suggests, a note of teasing in her voice – the same onechildren use on the playground to tease each other about crushes.

“No.” I don’t even need to think about it. “I don’t want him to think I’m high maintenance. He’s alreadyhelped me so much.” Glancing at the closed door Sinclair disappeared behind, I sidle back towards theentrance, lowering my voice to a whisper. “If I start to seem like too much trouble he might change hismind about letting me have visitation rights with the baby. It’s honestly driving me crazy – I’ve got tocensor every single word that comes out of my mouth.”

“It’s not as if you were an open book before, Elle.” Cora replies wryly.

“No, this is different.” I clarify. “I’m constantly afraid that I’ll say the wrong thing and make myself seemweak or fragile, too annoying to put up with. It’s exhausting.” I drag my hand through my hair. “I end upover-analyzing everything I do with him. I shouldn’t have cried, I was too sassy, too timid, too bold. It’slike walking an emotional tightrope. And the worst part is that he can read me so dam ned well thateven when I try to hide what I’m feeling, he still works it out.”

“I’m sorry sweetie.” Cora commiserates.

“Thanks,” I sigh, “I think I just need a little more time to get my bearings. Once I figure Sinclair out I’llunderstand what I need to do to keep my head above water.”

There’s a pregnant pause on the other end of the line.

“What?” I prompt my sister, knowing she wants to say something.

“It’s just that I worry when I hear you talk that way.” Cora admits. “It’s like you’re still in survival mode –‘keeping your head above water,’ rather than taking care of yourself, making yourself happy andenjoying becoming a mother.”

“Yeah well, like it or not, this is a survival situation.” I counter cynically, “if I don’t perform well I lose mybaby. The best I can hope for if I do perfectly is visitation rights after Sinclair replaces his mate, and eventhat could mean anything from every weekend to once a year. I don’t want to risk landing with the latteror bungling the deal completely.”

Cora sighs heavily, and lets the matter drop. “How are you otherwise? Any morning sickness?” Sheasks, excitement entering her tone.

I laugh. “I spent all morning in the bathroom… but I’ve never been happier to be sick.”

“Aw, I’ve never been happier for you to feel miserable either.” She jokes. “I hope it keeps up.”

“Me too.” The more the baby makes its presence known, the more secure I feel that it’s growing bigand strong.

“Anyway, I’ve gotta run. Sinclair brought me to meet his father.” I confess. “It was great to talk though,let’s have dinner soon.”

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Lunch with Sinclair’s father was surprisingly pleasant. I don’t know what I imagined when I pictured theelder Alpha, but the sweet man in the wheelchair was far from the imposing figure I expected. Heradiated quiet strength and dignity, but he also welcomed me to his family with genuine warmth. I couldsee the shadow of a powerful leader in his stoic demeanor, but also the humility of a man whose

circumstances had irrevocably changed and who chose to adapt rather than rail at the world for itsinjustice. He was obviously incredibly proud of his son, and obviously thrilled to become a grandfather.

I felt far more at ease when we finally left his home, and I spent the rest of the day napping and readingmy pregnancy books. I can’t believe how tired I’ve been, or how hungry. I expected the changes, I justdidn’t think they’d happen so fast. Of course after so much rest, I couldn’t sleep when night finally fell. Ittook me ages to finally drift off, and when I finally found rest – nightmares awaited me.

I found myself trapped in the horrors of my past: reliving the orphanage and the foster homes, all full ofcruel adults and abusive parents. In my dreams I’m always running away from someone, trying toprotect Cora and my other surrogate siblings. The dreams have gotten worse since I got pregnant, nodoubt driven by my raging hormones.

Tonight takes me back to one of the worst days of my life. The sounds of my own screams andpleading tears fill my head, as dreadful images fill my vision. The next thing I know someone isshouting my name, and my eyes snap open.

“Ella!” Sinclair is sitting beside me on my bed, his powerful hands gripping my shoulders as he tries tobring me back to reality. It takes me a minute to realize it’s him, rather than the man who’d beenattacking me in my dreams. I jerk out of his hold and scramble to the other side of the mattress, curlingup into a little ball and gasping for air.

“Easy sweetheart, it’s only me.” Sinclair assures me, making a soft purring sound that magicallyunwinds my taut muscles. How does he do that?

There are tears streaming down my face, and again I feel a stab of shame for showing this weaknessin front of him. “I’m okay.” I stammer once I come back to myself. “I’m okay.”

Sinclair shushes me softly, and though I thought I was out of his reach, I clearly underestimated thelength of his strong arms. He plucks me from the corner and pulls me into his lap. “You don’t have to beokay, Ella.” He remarks gently, cuddling me close. “You’re safe.”

Those words are like a balm on my soul, but I know where they lead. If I let him comfort me, he’s goingto want to know what happened. And I don’t want to talk about my dreams, I don’t want him to feel likeI’m some fragile creature he has to soothe. I scramble for something to pull his attention away from me,landing on a question that has been burning in my mind since this afternoon. “Why didn’t you tell meabout Cora’s job?”

Sinclair seems taken aback. “What? Were you dreaming about Cora?”

“No.” I sniffle, “I just want to know.”

“You want to distract me, more like.” Sinclair guesses shrewdly. At first I think this means he won’tanswer, but then he says. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t do it for you. I did it because it was right.”

Why does my heart sink when he says it wasn’t for me? Did I want it to be? Would it be better if he onlytook action to please me, rather than doing so for the sake of morality? No, of course not… so whydoes it sting so badly?

“Oh.” I murmur, unable to conjure any more eloquent response.

“Does that disappoint you?” He asks, sounding curious, rather than judgemental.

“No, I just didn’t expect it.” I admit.

“Because I’m the big bad wolf?” Sinclair teases, petting me in long, tender caresses.

I nod, pressing my nose to his chest. “I keep waiting for you to huff and puff, and blow my house down.”I joke through my tears.

Sinclair chuckles, and for one long moment he simply holds me, rocking me back and forth until myracing heartbeat slows. “I ought to make you tell me about your dreams.” He muses, making my limbsstiffen up again. “But I won’t.” His lips graze my hair, and butterflies burst to life in my tummy. “Thatsaid, I think you should sleep with me from now on.”