The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella
It takes days to finish healing all of the men long days with Cora and Hank by my side,
explaining the intricate details of the wounds. We’ve found that it helps me concentrate the gift more completely when I know
what is wrong – that it helps me to stitch all of the flesh together
neatly instead of just throwing a bunch of power at it and hoping that it sticks.
The gift itself does not deplete – I feel no lessening of it as I continue to use it for hours on end,
day after day but I certainly feel the toll on my own body as the days pass. It’s good work and I
don’t mind doing it, but healing men, being the mother to a newborn, and mate to a man who will
soon be crowned King of our little war-torn country? It’s...a lot.
Sinclair tried to help at first, standing with me while I performed my work, but eventually I shooed him off with the baby because I
knew his energies would be better put elsewhere and that he could concentrate on Rafe better than I can when I spend half the
day in a meditative state. And I also knew that it was driving Sinclair a little crazy, just standing there watching me, trying to be
supportive.
But now, as I finish up turning the final patch of burned skin on the final soldier smooth and
clear, I stand up with a smile, brushing my hands against my leggings and wondering where he is.
“Thank you, Luna,” the soldier says, and I beam down at him happily.
“Glad to do it. Hopefully you get some lighter service, though,” I say, cocking my head as I smiley at him. “Fancy being a
secretary at all?”
He laughs and shakes his head, running a hand over the freshly-healed skin and marveling at it.” Not a chance, Luna,” he says.
“I’m a fighter, through and through. I’ll go back on the field for you. and the Alpha any day.”
“Well, hopefully not anytime soon,” I sigh, patting him on the shoulder and turning away to go look for my mate.

I feel quite light, suddenly, at the realization that it’s done. Hank gives me a wave from across the room where he’s consulting
with some of the men who are going to need physical therapy after their wounds the healing does great things, but it doesn’t do
everything and I happily wave back as I pass out of the room, heading to the back of the cluuc where Roger and Sinclair have
tended to meet
I sigh a little as I look around the clinic as I pass through it. We haven’t left in days, instead uming it into a little barrack in itself.
And honestly, part of me is very pleased to be done with this so that we can get out of here l’in incredibly grateful for this giace
for letting it be a place of healing but well, I want to es horse I want to sleep in my bie bed and tuck my little baby into his
Eut then I remember that...well, that the last time we left that bedroom there were corpses all
over it. And I honestly have no idea what state it’s in now – did Sinclair like...send someone to
clean it up? Or are they just... rotting...
–
I stick out my tongue a little in disgust and turn my mind away from the question as I arrive at
the door in the back. But still the sentiment is there. I’m dying to get home. I miss my normal
life.
But what even was my normal life anymore? Did it exist? Or did Xander wipe it all out when he
came for my son?
I sigh, giving a little knock on the door as I push it open.
Four dark heads look up at me and smile as I come into the room, and I laugh a little again at the
sight of my tiny baby strapped in his carrier across my gigantic mate’s chest. He just looks so
small against the wide expanse of Sinclair’s body.
“There he is,” I say, giving everyone a nod but fixing my eyes on my son as I move over to him.
And how is my baby doing?”

“I’m great,” Sinclair says, grabbing my hand before I can touch the baby and pulling me to his warm side, pretending a jealousy
that makes me laugh.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek before starting
to unstrap Rafe from Sinclair’s body, wanting him in my arms.
“Are you all finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands up straight and tucks his hands into his
pockets, listening curiously.
“Yes!” I say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a little in my arms. “Everyone is
finally all patched up.”
“Incredible,” Henry says with a marvelous smile that warms me from the inside out. He’s been so dour lately it’s good to see him
smile. “That kind of turnaround after that level of wounds – it’s
quite miraculous.”
–
“Powerful,” Roger adds, his brow lifting “Imagine what you could do if you were actually on a
battlefield, turning soldiers around
I frown at him a little. “I’m not sure I want to think of my mother’s gift as a weapon in war.” I say,
thinking aloud
“True,” he concedes with a shrug “That does seem a little anti-goddess, doe’t !?”
“What are you all up to?” I ask, looking at the table before them which is predictably-
scattered with paper “And where
Cota?”
steps. We’ll want to know what you think.”

“And Cora is in with a lady doctor she called to come and check her out,” Roger says with a little shrug. “Although I don’t see why
that’s necessary,” he adds with a tiny scowl. “Considering she is a lady doctor.”
“You can say OBGYN, Roger,” I say, laughing.
“He’s just mad,” Sinclair says to me in a false whisper that he knows is loud enough for Roger to hear, “because the lady doctor
wouldn’t let him come in to the checkup so she and Cora could talk privately.”
“It’s ridiculous,” Roger grumbles, leaning over the table and pretending to stare down at the
papers. “My baby too – don’t see why I can’t be there.”
I just laugh at my sister’s protective new mate who wants to be at her side at all times and take a
step closer to my own mate. Honestly, I understand the feeling.
“So, what are the new plans?” I ask, nudging Sinclair with my elbow and looking up at him. “Do we know what we’re going to do
next?”
“We have....options,” Sinclair says contemplatively, staring into space a little. “Honestly, a lot of it
hinges on what you and Cora think is best-
Before he can explain why, though, the door opens again and Cora’s bright face peeks through.
Did I hear my name?”
Roger crosses the room to her in a flash, taking her hand and looking her over as if the other
doctor might have done her some kind of harm. But Cora just laughs at him and swats her hands
at him a little bit, pushing the door closed.
“I’m fine, I’m fine!” she says before he gives a little growl and pulls her tight against his side.
“What did she say?” he asks.
“I’ll tell you later,” she says with a happy grin, and while I definitely want to know as well, I

accept that there are some things that Cora wants to keep private between herself and her mate
But everything is fine,” she adds, running an absent hand over her stomach. “Nothing to worry
about ”
“Good,” he says, all in a rush, and I can see the real relief on his face.
“But I heard my name?” Cora says, turning to the test of us curiously.
“Apparently we have decisions to make,” I tell her, hoisting Rate a my arms a little so that I can press a kiss to the top of his
head. He’s starting to get a little Issy now I know he’s hungry
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What is it that they want her to decide?
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“Yes,” Sinclair adds, and I look up at him, surprised again to see that his eyes are fixed on Cora. And much of what we do next
really depends....well, Cora? It depends on what you want to do.”
“Me?” she asks, baffled.
And I feel the same emotion run through me. How did Cora get placed at the center of all of this?
I mean it’s not that I begrudge her the spot, I’m happy to let Cora take the lead. But as the single
human involved in wolf affairs
What is it that they want her to decide?