The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Chapter 67 – Finding Ella Sinclair The rogues aren’t as smart as they think they are. Their only chance would have been to attack me allat once. Instead they try to lunge at me two at a time, giving each other time to rest and rebound inbetween attacks. At first – the first five seconds that is it works. The red wolf crashes into my side whilea big gray beta slams into my right. Then the other two charge me, but as soon as I’ve seen whatthey’re about – I adapt. The next time a wolf lunges for me I meet him head on, sna tching his neck between my jaws andviolently ripping into him with my fangs. As soon as he falls I turn on the other, slashing at the otherwolves with my front and hind legs while my mouth rips the next attacker limb from limb. I’ve tastedtheir blood now, and my worry for Ella and the baby is growing stronger with every moment thatpasses. These four would have been outmatched with me on a good day, but the Prince was an idiot to sendthem on the Solstice, and he was certainly a fool to have them attack my mate at the same time.Normal wolves can do extraordinary things to protect their families and I’m no ordinary wolf. Within minutes their bodies are s cat tered around me, and I don’t feel the slightest bit of remorse forkilling them. These wolves are probably some of the same ones responsible for the attack at the canal,and while I might forgive an attack on me, I will never forgive an attack on my pack or the woman theybelieve is my mate. Even if I was in a forgiving mood, I can’t afford to let them get word back to the Prince. The wolves afterElla will know she hasn’t shifted and they probably already communicated that with their friends. They’llrealize that Ella isn’t truly a she-wolf, and that secret is certainly going to die with them. 1 sprint through the forest towards Ella and the other rogues. When I replace Ella’s abandoned coat andrealize she’s tried to lay a false trail I’m impressed, and when I realize she’s gone into the stream I’mboth proud and terrified. I can hear snarling in the distance, which means she’s still alive. But how longhas she been out of the water, and what have they done to her?

Finally I reach the boulders where Ella has taken refuge. The rogues are so busy clawing impotently atthe rocks that they don’t even notice my arrival. I thought I would be relieved to replace Ella alive – and 1am- but nothing prepared me for the primal fury 1 would feel actually seeing these wolves go after mysweet little human. The sounds of her cries egg me on, making me roar out my wrath so that the bas tards will get away from her. My vision turns to a red haze, and I don’t even remember killing the rogues. One moment there’snothing but the blood roaring in my ears and the taste of blood on my fangs, and the next I’m openingmy eyes to a scene of utter carnage. I can’t recall ever inflicting so much damage on an enemy, I’veliterally torn them to shreds, and only too late do I consider that Ella will have just listened to all of that. She’s still whimpering and crying, and I can hear her teeth chattering as well. Cursing myself, I shiftback into my human form and use some snow to wash the blood from my face and limbs. Trying toshake off the violence, I go to kneel in front of the tiny cave into which Ella has forced herself. “Ella?” A small whine meets my ears, and I try to steady my heaving breath. “It’s alright, little one.” I promise.“They’re gone. They can’t hurt you.” I listen for sounds of movement, and I remember the way she went into shock after the first attack. MyGoddess, I think bitterly. Only a month together and there’s already been more than one attack. Someprotector I am. “Can you come out to me, Ella?” I ask gently, wishing I could force my way in there with her. I can smellher blood, though it isn’t as strong as the rogue’s. Of course, that’s not saying much, all the blood thatwas once inside them is now out, but it doesn’t smell like Ella is bleeding badly. Yet she doesn’t move, and fresh panic lances through me she could have broken bones or frostbiteand I wouldn’t smell a thing. “Are you hurt? How long have you been out of the Water?” Still there’s nothing, and I’m becoming increasingly afraid I’m going to have to break through the rocksto reach her. I begin to purr, hoping this will break through her shock. enough to lure her out of hiding.“You did so well evading them and replaceing a hiding place, sweetheart.” I praise. “You gave me time toreach you, but now you have to help me and come out so I can take care of you.” Bending down, I peer into the crevice, wondering if she might take my hand and let me pull. her out.

When I finally see her, however, I know she isn’t in any state to help me. Her beautiful eyes areclenched tightly shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clamps her hands over her ears, rocking back and forth in the small space. I doubt she can hear me, and I have a feeling shewouldn’t see me even if she opened her eyes. Ella’s arms are covered in defensive wounds where she must have been shielding herself from theattacker’s arms reaching in after her, and I immediately know reaching in myself will only frighten hermore. I purr more loudly, and Ella’s body seems to jolt, but just as quickly she doubles down, as if she’strying to block out the sensations as if she doesn’t trust them. I never knew my heart could break justhaving someone refuse my comfort, but not being able to reach Ella now, when she needs me most,hurts more than I could have imagined. “Okay, baby.” I decide, wishing there was any other way, “I wish I could let you stay here until you’reready to come out, but it’s too cold.” I sigh. “I’m going to have to break through the rocks.” I know she can’t hear me, but I continue talking to her in the hopes that she might come back. toherself and understand. She doesn’t. Instead I place both of my hands on either side of the break in the boulders, and I summon all of mystrength to force them apart. It doesn’t happen immediately, but I think of Ella and our baby beingtrapped in these rocks forever, and I channel all of my power into destroying her makeshift fortress. Athunderous cr ack fills the air as they split in two, and I sna tch Ella out of the cave before any sedimentcan fall on her. The moment I lay a hand on Ella her eye’s snap open, but there’s no recognition in her brilliant irises.Instead sharp, acrid fear pours out of her, and she thrashes against my hold, trying to break free. I wrapmy arms tightly around her small body, but Ella fights me like a wildcat, kicking, hitting, scratching andbiting for all she’s worth. It’s amazing how difficult it is to keep hold of her, and if it weren’t so horrible I would be proud of the fight she’s putting“Shhh, Ella, it’s alright. You’re safe. You’re safe now.” However her sightless eyes and desperate cries make me think this isn’t the first time she’s fought this way, and I replace myself holding

back tears as I finally dig my fingers into a pressure point at the base of her throat, stealing herconsciousness. Little by little, Ella fades into a forced sleep, her body finally going limp in my arms. When it’s over Islump onto the ground, gathering her precious form in my lap and pressing my hand to her belly. Ourbabe is whole and unharmed, but severely distressed. I try to send waves of comfort through our bond,beginning to purr again, but I think he can feel my own guilt and misery. He settles slightly, but pulsesof anxiety continue to surge through our bond, as well as flashes of the fear and anguish Ella felt duringthe attack. I don’t stay there long, too worried about Ella catching hypothermia to give into my own body’sdemands for rest. However for the moment that I do remain, I wonder how it ever came to this: Naked,slumped on the ground surrounded by dead bodies, cradling the mother of my child in my arms andweeping my apologies into her neck. I have to get her home. I have to make sure she’s alright. But as soon as I know Ella and the baby areokay, I’m going to replace and kill the person responsible for this.