The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Chapter 66 – The Hunter Becomes the Hunted Ella When I realized I was being chased, I threw off my cape and veered off in another direction, hopingthat the wolves weren’t close enough to see me yet. If I’m lucky maybe I can throw them off my trail, ifonly for a moment. I throw down the lantern too. The moonlight is so bright that I can see the forest wellenough, and the snow is so deep that I don’t have to worry about trodding on rocks or sticks. I take up the skirts of my dress in both hands, running as fast as I can faster than I’ve ever run before. I see anarrow creek on my right, a steady stream of water flowing along the banks, releasing steam into theair. I realize the stream must be thermal, like the pools around the stone circle. I momentarily debatejumping into the waters, both craving the warmth and knowing the water will disguise my scent. But what if I have to get back out into the snow? I fret. I could die from hypothermia faster than thewolves could catch me. I don’t think so. The voice in my head answers. The wolves will catch you first unless you replace a way tothrow them off. It’s not even like you can climb a tree they can shift and climb true. You better be rightabout this. I moan internally, jumping down into the streambed. The water comes up to my waist, andwarmth quickly seeps through my dress. I dive beneath the surface, knowing I’ll be faster swimmingthan running. I don’t pause to try and track my pursuers, I simply go as fast as I can, praying this crazyplan will have worked – praying that Sinclair is out there somewhere, coming to help me. I hate being dependent on anyone else and I hate feeling helpless, but I know that’s exactly what I amin this situation. I’m at the mercy of these wolves and Sinclair’s swiftness, and that would hurt badlyenough even without knowing my weakness is threatening my baby’s life as well.

1 swim until the water becomes too shallow, jumping back into the snow and taking off again. I hear aroar behind me, and I know I’ve failed. I didn’t throw them off at all, I probably just kept them at bay awhile. I scan the forest ahead of me, searching for anything that might help. me. Belatedly I realize I

should have kept my lantern and set the bas tar ds on fire, but then. hindsight is always 20/20. Cursing myself, I zero in on some boulders, catching sight of a narrow crevice between the hugestones, I know it’s my only chance. For once being tiny might help me, but only if the wolves aren’tstrong enough to break through rock. A month ago I would have thought this was a given, but now I’mnot so sure. I wedge my way into the crevice just in time, for now sooner have I wriggled into the tight space that ahuge weight crashes into the rock. Snarls and growls surround me, and clawed paws begin scrabblingat the opening in the rocks, trying to make purchase on my skin and drag me out. The only piece of dignity I can boast is that I don’t wet myself, but I certainly whimper and whine like ababy. I’m sobbing with terror, wishing I’d never agreed to this stu pid ritual. This isn’t the first time I’ve thought I was going to die, but this time it matters a lot more. This time itwon’t only be my life that’s lost. I might be able to come to terms with my own end, but I can’t bear the thought of my baby dying before it’s even had the chance to be born. “Please,”I pray, knowing the Goddess probably won’t care about me, but hoping she’ll care about my son.“Please help us.” Sinclair She’s running. My wolf howls with delight. Of course she’s running. I think amusedly, That’s the whole point. No, I mean she’s not going to stop. My wolf clarifies, loping around in my head. Mine, she’s finallymine! It’s taken all my willpower to wait the full five minutes to give my mischievous little human her headstart, and as I prepare to shift, I wonder if my wolf knows something I don’t. Surely he’s just gettingahead of himself. We won’t know what Ella decides until we catch up to her, but he seems to think thisis a done deal. I’d known there was a chance Ella would disobey my instructions and run from me tonight, and myinner wolf had certainly prayed she’d give me the excuse to finally make her mine, but I still feelanxious about the situation. I’d much rather take Ella to bed when I’m in full control, and I know as soon

as I shift that will be out the window. At the same time, I warned Ella I did my part and left the decisionin her hands. I know my reluctance and worry will disappear as soon as I give my wolf free reign, so I give him onelast order before transforming. We have to be gentle. He snarls in reply, as if affronted I might think he’d forget. After all, his job is just to catch her, all therest comes after I’ve shifted back again. Even so, I know from experience that the haze of the solsticeleaves him largely in control, and I won’t take any risks – not with Ella. With a sudden blur and a loud cr ack, I transform, only pausing to howl before I take off into the night.The howl is mostly for show – Ella might hear it, but she won’t feel it the way a she- wolf does. Shewon’t be temporarily frozen in place, struggling to fight my power over her, my demand that she answermy call. She won’t understand that this is her first chance to submit, that raising her own voice into theair would be to accept me as her mate even before I’ve caught her. I pick up Ella’s scent and her tracks instantly, a thrill of excitement pulsing through my body as I thinkabout everything I’m going to do once I’ve caught her. Will she protect herself like she should and stoprunning, or will she provoke me? Does she want to be with me as badly as I want to be with her? Willher base instincts make her surrender to lust, despite her humanity? Either way I’m going to take herhome and spoil her rotten for doing so well with Lydia tonight, but the real question is how much fun weget to have first. With the magic in the air tonight, I wonder why we’ve been fighting this so hard. I know all the reasonsof course, but under the moon and the stars they all seem so silly. I don’t care that Ella isn’t a wolf, andI don’t care that we’ve started out on a lie. I just want her. I howl again, but soon after I catch the scent of other wolves; wolves that shouldn’t be anywhere nearthese forests, especially not tonight. I immediately recognize one, remembering his scent from the alleybehind the club where Ella was attacked. My wolf snarls at the mere memory and as much as I want toattack, I have to figure out how many there are,as well as where they’re located. I scent the air again, co ck ing my ears for more sounds and scanning the dense trees. Fury and fear

crash into me when I realize there are at least half a dozen wolves in the woods with Ella and I, andthat can only mean one thing: The Prince has chosen the hunt to make his next assassination attempt,only this time, I think he’s targeting Ella and I both. There are four rogues tracking me, but the other two are far ahead. I know instinctively that they’vegone after Ella. They must have been in the forest waiting for us already, and now my sweet humanand my pup might pay the price for my distraction. Maybe Lydia was right – I’ve been so caught up inher that I’ve gotten slo ppy. Or maybe Linda was part of it she certainly helped distract you. My wolf suggests viciously. She mightbe conniving, but I don’t believe that of her. After all, if I’m dead she can’t be queen. And in all honesty,the failure would still be mine even if she was plotting against me. Like it or not, I’ve missed threatsbrewing right under my nose. It’s the canal attack all over again, only this time it’s a thousand timesworse. I’ll never forgive myself if anything happens to Ella and the baby never! I have to decide quickly. Do I dispatch the wolves nearest to me so I can run down Ella’s attackerswithout added risk, or do I go straight to Ella and face them all at once. Four is certainly easier to defeatthan six, but even one wolf against Ella is too much. I have to reach her before they can harm her. If Ipause to fight my own attackers, they could easily kill her. Unfortunately the rogues seem to understand this too. I’m sprinting ahead, racing towards Ella withevery bit of strength and endurance I possess, when a huge red wolf barrels into me from the side.