The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Chapter 300 – A Brotherhood of Wolves

Sinclair

I move quickly through the paperwork that the priestess gives us, half of my attention on Ella and Coraacross the room. Rafe isn’t hungry yet I know this for sure, and I know that Ella knows too. He ate onthe way here, in the car. So, what he hell is she up to?

I hand the paperwork back to the priestess, who gives us a warm smile and tells me she’s lookingforward to seeing us on the night of the full moon. Roger and I murmur our polite goodbyes and thenwe both turn our attention back to the sisters.

“What’s going on over there,” Roger asks, watching them with his arms crossed. I take a moment tolook him over. His body is tense, his brow low with worry. “Why don’t you tell me?” I say quietly, myvoice low and a little frustrated.

My brother snaps his head back to me, frowning. “What?” “Come on, Roger,” I respond, shaking myhead. “Don’t pretend they’re not talking about you.”

“Me?!” he says, aghast. “What did I do?” But towards the end of his sentence, his eyes flick to the floor.Guilty.

“What’s even going on with you two?” I ask, sighing, not really wanting to have the conversation butfeeling pressed to it now if it’s disrupting our plans for our child’s dedication. It’s an important day – Iwant it to go smoothly, undisturbed by this drama.

“That’s Ella,” Roger murmurs, shaking his head, “speaking through you. You don’t actually care what’sgoing on between us.”

“I do care,” I return, a little offended. “I care, Roger. But yeah…Ella has brought this…issue to myattention. More than I would have noticed otherwise. She calls you two…” I sigh, a little embarrassed,“Codger.”

“What?” he asks, confused, spinning to me. “What’s Codger?”

“Your couple name,” I say, sighing and pressing the bridge of my nose between my thumb andforefinger. “A mix between Cora and Rodger.”

“Codger?!”

“It was that or Rora.”

“Oh my god,” he murmurs, putting his forehead in his hand and taking a deep breath. “You guys talkabout it enough that it has a nickname?”

“She’s upset with you, Roger,” I explain, looking again at my beautiful, sweet mate, who wants the bestfor both of them. “I think Cora is upset. And I thought it was just Ella being Ella until…today. When I seethat Cora really is upset. So, did you do something to her?”

My brother sighs again and runs his hand down his face so that it’s covering his mouth as he, too,looks across the room at this incredible pair of sisters. “I stopped calling her. I regret it, Dominic – I…”he sighs, as if having trouble putting it into words. “But it’s not easy, with her being a human. I thought itwould be simpler, but it’s…”

1 nod, understanding, and put a steady hand on his back, letting him know that I’m here. You’ll figure itout,” I say, hoping it’s the right thing. He nods quietly, and I can tell that he hopes I’m right.

“But Rodger,” I say carefully. He looks up at me, a little exhausted but ready to listen. “If you mess upthis ceremony…”

He opens his mouth to protest, but I hold up a hand. He shuts his mouth, letting me finish. “If you messup this ceremony, Ella is going to kill both of us. Just rip us to shreds.”

A little laugh bursts from my brother and he shakes his head, looking over at her. “How is that even athreat?” he breathes, wondering. “She’s so…tiny.”

“Tiny,” I agree, “but fierce. And she’s got mom strength now. So let’s just…not cross her. And do ourbest to make Cora feel welcome, because if Cora’s not happy then Ella’s not happy, and if Ella’s nothappy…”

Roger nods slowly, lifting his hand into the air and making an explosion sound with his mouth,simultaneously opening his hand like a bomb.

“Exactly,” I respond, nodding.

We’re silent for a moment, looking over at the girls, each thinking our private thoughts. But after amoment, Roger asks a question of his own.

“Wait,” he says, frowning at me. I start out of my reverie, looking at him. “If we’re Codger,” he muses,“…what are you?”

“Nothing,” I respond, firm, looking away. “We don’t need a couple name. We’re just Dominic and Ella.”

“Della,” he supplies. I glare at him.

“Elominic?”

My glare turns into a snarl.

“Sinclella!” he says, starting to laugh. I just give him a shove, unable to help the smile that pulls at mylips.

“Shut up,” I murmur.

“Wait, no, it has to be Éclair!”

“Oh my god,” I breathe, defeated. “Don’t say that to her she’ll love it, she’ll never let it go

“I’m going to tell her right now —

Roger starts across the room, but I grab his arm, laughing.

“I swear to god, Roger, one word and I’m throwing you in the pool

Ella

I frown at my sister, confused and wanting to make it all better, and then I sigh when I realize that Ican’t. “I guess I thought mom’s gift fixed it all,” I murmur, “after you gave it to the world. It was enough, Iguess, to end the war to ask wolves and humans alike to stop fighting. But not enough to squash all ofthe fears and prejudices.”

Cora nods, agreeing, looking at me again and working hard to give me a little smile. “I want to be a partof your life, Ella,” she says, looking down at the baby and smiling. “And, of course, of baby Rafe’s. Butif you could please try to remember that… I’m not as much a part of your world as you think I am, thenthat would be helpful.”

“You are a part of my world, Cora,” I insist, taking her hand and looking at her seriously. ” You’re myflesh and blood, and you’ve always been my sister, even if we didn’t know about the biological part fora long time. There’s no part of you that’s not part of my world, okay?”

She nods, giving me a little smile. “But also,” I continue, still holding her gaze. “I hear you. And I’ll tryharder. “Thanks, Ella,” she says, her voice soft.

I pull my sister close again for a hug, the baby fussing between us. We laugh, looking down at him, andthen I nod towards the group, asking her if she wants to go back. Cora nods and, taking my hand, wereturn again to the wolves waiting for us.

Along the way, I admit that I’m torn. Because as much as I’m glad that my sister told me what’s wrong, Iadmit that I feel guilty. Guilty that she feels different at all, and guilty that…

Well, that I got so distracted in the pregnancy and the birth of my son. That I didn’t even realize that mysister felt that way. That I didn’t even realize that things were this bad, between the humans and thewolves.

Sinclair and Roger are laughing and roughhousing a little, by the looks of it, as we make our way overto them. I can’t help smiling at this I like to see my mate happy and at peace. He catches my seriouslook, though, as I come more clearly into sight. He stops, then, looking curiously at me, quirking hishead to the side. I just give him a little nod, letting him know all Because the two of us? The leaders ofthese people?

We have work to do. “Hey, Ella,” Roger says, grinning wickedly at me. “Are you hungry, do you wantsome breakfast? Maybe some eclairs?”

Sinclair snaps his head to him. “You’re dead.” “Actually,” I say, my eyebrows going up. “Pastries soundgreat.”