The Mystical Attraction of Alpha
Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 – Sinclair Takes on a Blackmailer

Sinclair

When I arrive at the home of Ella’s former employer, it takes all my strength to push my wolf downdeep. The last thing I need is to actually murder a human, no matter how badly I might want to.

She deserves it. My wolf mutters mutinously, think about how easy it would be. Then she’d never beable to hurt Ella again.

Maybe so, but Ella wouldn’t like it. I remind him, recalling how the precious creature had worried for thechildren, even when her own safety and happiness was on the line.

Hmph, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger. My wolf accuses.

Oh, like she doesn’t have you in the exact same position? I scoff. I’d like to see you resist her whenshe’s blinking those beautiful big eyes up at you, begging you not to orphan innocent children.

Please, you spoke over the phone! He reminds me, his voice trailing off into growls of longing as hepictures her. You couldn’t see her eyes or those plump, pouty lips or the sweet swell of her belly. Youcouldn’t smell her delectable scent or…

And I’m the one who’s whipped? I roll my eyes as I knock on the heavy rosewood door.

To my surprise, Jake and Millie answer the door, tilting their blonde heads up to me with excited grins.“Mr. Sinclair!”

My wolf calms as soon as he sees the children, softening like the big teddy bear he is. “Well hello!” Idrop down to their level, unable to resist their adorable smiles. “I haven’t seen you two in ages, whathave you been up to?”

“We haves a new nanny.” Millie whispers conspiratorially, reaching out to play with my tie.

“She never takes us on walks in the neighborhood.” Jake explains, clearly blaming his new carer forour increasingly infrequent meetings. “She’s too lazy and she hates being outside.”

“That’s too bad.” I commiserate, pulling Millie into my arms and lifting her up as I ruffle Jake’s hairaffectionately. “Doesn’t she know growing boys and girls need to get out and explore?”

“I don’t thinks so.” Millie frowns seriously. “She’s not very smart.”

“I miss Ella.” Jake adds miserably. “Mommy’s been saying lots of mean things about her, but we don’tbelieve her. Ella was the best nanny we’ve ever had.”

“Well I know Ella misses you too.” I confide. “You know she’s living with me now?”

“She is?” Jake gapes. “You mean you get to play with her all day long?”

“Whenever you wants?” Millie adds in awe.

“Well, not whenever I want.” I confess. If only they knew how badly I’d like to stay home with Ella allday, both playing and not playing. “My job keeps me very busy, but she’s there in the morning andwhen I get home at night. She tells me how badly she wants to see you.”

“Maybe you can convince Mommy to let her visit?” Jake suggests, staring up at me so hopefully I feelguilty for thinking that nothing I could possibly say to their horrible mother will make her come around.

“I can try.” I promise, patting the boy on the shoulder, “and you two should know you’re welcome at myhome anytime.”

Maybe we should get rid of their mother after all. My wolf insinuates in my head. Think how happy Ellawould be if we brought them home with us.

I’m not stealing children just to make Ella smile. I argue, tempting as it may be.

Spoilsport. His objections are interrupted when Jake and Millie’s mother appears at the top of thestairs. She stops dead when she sees me. Her face pales, but she plasters on a phony smile. “Mr.Sinclair, to what do we owe this honor?”

“You and I need to speak.” I answer coldly, surprising the children. I set Millie on the ground, smilingwidely so that they know my harsh tone is not directed at them. “Your Mommy and I need a fewminutes alone, but I’ll come say goodbye, before I leave. I promise.”

Their mother calls for the nanny, her voice very shrill. The children are swept away by a middle agedwoman with a grim face, and I’m struck by how uninterested she seems in her charges. She doesn’teven speak to them as she leads them out of the room.

“Well, Mr. Sinclair, what can I help you with?” Ella’s blackmailer questions, as if she doesn’t alreadyknow why I’m here. She guides me into a parlor, gesturing towards a plush couch. “Please, have aseat.”

“No.” I declare firmly. “Call me crazy, but I don’t think false politeness is appropriate when you’rethreatening my family.”

Her eyes go wide, and her heart rate increases, racing violently in her chest. “I–I’m sure I don’t knowwhat you’re talking about.”

“Do not lie to me.” I growl, letting some of my wolf’s ferocity bleed into my voice. The woman reelsback, shivering for reasons she doesn’t understand. She may have the dull intuition of a human, buteven humans know when they’re in the presence of a lethal predator intent on destroying them.

“Please, it wasn’t what you think!” She lies, her voice unsteady and choking with defiance.

“Oh I’d like to hear this.” I state ominously, prowling towards her. “I’d like to know what kind of twistedlogic made you think it would be wise to try and blackmail the most powerful man on the continent.”

“But I wasn’t blackmailing you!” She immediately objects, too stupid to realize that I wouldn’t be nearlythis angry if I had been her target. “I only wanted people to see that grasping little gold digger –”

“If you have any brains in that foolish head of yours, you’ll stop while you’re ahead.” I interrupt,clenching my hands into fists. “You may have no sense of loyalty yourself, but where I come from, ifyou threaten one member of the family you threaten all of them. If you insult one, you insult them all.”

“But that isn’t, I would never –”

“Let me tell you the situation you’re in.” I cut her off again, my voice as deep as it can become withoutdevolving into wordless snarls. “You first fired my fiancée when she did nothing wrong. You deprivedyour own children of the most loving caregiver they could ever hope for. You spread rumors amongyour friends to ensure Ella wouldn’t be able to replace another job.” The wretched woman is coweringagainst the wall now, having backed away from me until she could move no further.

I don’t show her any mercy, I continue stalking until I’m towering over her. “Now if it had been up to me,I would have destroyed you for that alone, but not Ella. She’s much too good, not that you ever sawthat. So I agreed to let you go on living your obscenely prosperous life without interference.”

I can smell her fear – sour and acrid. “But then you learned that despite your efforts to ruin Ella’s life,she found happiness with me. Now I don’t know if you’re just so bitter and heartless that you couldn’tstand to see a hard-working young woman succeed, or if you saw my fortune and decided to try andsteal part of it for yourself. But either way, you came into my home and called the mother of my child acheap whore. You threatened to spread your lies in the tabloids. You tried to extort a man who couldtake away your wealth and your freedom with a single snap of my fingers, and you hurt the woman Ilove.”

I’m sure my wolf is glowing in my eyes, and suddenly the aroma of urine fills the air. I can see the hotliquid running down the woman’s stockings, and my adrenaline spikes with the knowledge that my preyis well and truly cornered. “You also alienated the only person who was protecting you from my wrath inthe first place.”

“I’m sorry!” She sobs, shaking like a leaf. “I was a fool, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll do anything,just please don’t hurt me.”

“Shut up, you stupid cow.” I bite. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not even going to ruin your life, becauseElla still loves your children even though they’ve got a worthless hag for a mother. But mark my words,if I ever see you near my family again, I will destroy you.”

I proclaim, speaking with absolute conviction. “If the lies you tried to blackmail us with ever get out, if asingle word of your vitriol makes it to a tabloid editor– whether you are the source or not – I will takeaway everything you care about in the world.”

She nods, sobbing and snivelling like a child. “I-I promise. You have my word.”

“Good.” I growl, starting to turn away. “And for the record, you absolute idiot – I own stock in everypress outlet and newspaper from here to the coast. No one will ever publish a story about me withoutasking for my permission first. You think about that before you ever consider trying to get your story outas leverage against me.”

She sinks to the ground, and I leave her to wallow in her own shame and piss. I keep my promise ofcourse, I go to wish the children farewell, and go home to tell Ella the news.