The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella
It takes me just a little over an hour to realize that I hate road trips.
“Oh my god,” I murmur to Cora as the vibrations of the gigantic RV continue to shake through us, making poor Rafe grumble
uncomfortably. “Is it night yet? Can we stop?”
“You’re being a baby, Ella,” my sister replies, looking up at me with a smirk, jumping her red king over three of Roger’s black
checkers and capturing them. “It’s fun!”
“You’re only having fun because you’re kicking Roger’s ass for the third time at that game,” I murmur, sighing as I glance out the
window.
“Seriously,” Roger sighs, leaning back against the white leather of the kitchenette’s booth. “You
–
should quit that, Cora. For Ella’s sake she’s trying to enjoy herself.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, staring at the
board.
“Yes,” Cora replies, laughing. “For Ella’s sake, I’ll go easy on you.”
“I just thought it would be prettier,” I sigh, looking out the window at the endless highway miles Like, purple mountains majesty.
Fruited plains. Etcetera.” Instead, it’s just hour after hour of looking at cars, and asphalt, and the sad little pine scrub that borders
the highways.
“Maybe when we get further out,” Cora offers, hopeful.
“Nah,” Roger replies, making his next move on the checker’s board. “After the forest it’s all corn
for days.”
I groan, leaning my head back. “I hate corn.”
“No, you don’t,” Cora chides, instantly making her next move on the board and capturing two more of Roger’s pieces. He gasps
in protest and then slumps back again.

“How are you doing this,” he murmurs, studying the board. “Are you a witch?”
“Maybe,” she says with a shrug. “Guess we have to ask mom.
I smile at her then, bouncing my fussy baby in my arms. And I inhale a deep breath, silently ordering myself to cheer up because
even if I decidedly do not like riding in the RV, I’m still excited to take this trip for my sister, to get her the answers she so
desperately wants.
17
Eventually Cora and I retire with the baby to the bedroom where Sinclair suggests I might not feel the movement of the RV as
much The boys all stay together up front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous things like terrain and gas mileage things they
find endlessly fascinating for some weird boy reason Rut I shrug and leave them to it Gora and I curl up in the incredibly
between us.
It ends up being a wonderful day in the little sun-soaked room at the back of the RV, laughing and talking with my sister,
reconnecting with her and with the peace that I’ve been missing from my life since that terrible day when those men broke
through my window.
“Do you think it’s all really over?” I ask her in a quiet moment as the sun starts to sink to the
horizon.
Cora doesn’t bother to ask me what I’m talking about she already knows. “I don’t,” she sighs, telling me honestly. “I think....well,
Ella, I think we picked mates with big lives. I think we’re going. to have to snatch at moments of peace whenever we have them
because the next challenge is always coming. And that we’re going to have to fight to make that peace in our lives, because...
something is always going to try to steal it away.”
–
I sigh, looking down at my napping baby, trailing a little finger down his belly. “Are we dumb?” I ask quietly. “Did we choose
wrong? I mean neither of them are our fated mates. We picked this.... should we have chosen simpler lives?”
“You don’t want a simpler life,” Cora laughs, and I look up at her in surprise to see her smiling and shaking her head at me.
“What?” I ask, sitting up straight. “Cora, I was a nanny I was ready to be a broke single mom, to live quietly alone with my baby-

“Nah,” she says, waving a hand at me in dismissal. “That was just the start of your story, Ella, always. Yes, you were always
going to be a mom,” she says, cocking her head to the side, “but...you were never going to stop helping people. I think it kind of
makes sense that you ended up being such a good pair for Dominic. He opens a door for you to help thousands when he is king,
and I think that was always your fate.”
“Huh,” I say, considering what she’s saying. And I guess...well, I guess I think she’s right. That this was perhaps always the life I
wanted, even if I want to pretend sometimes that I wanted a simple life.
“And also,” she adds, her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually I’m not sure if Roger isn’t my fated mate,” she says, considering
“Really?” I ask, my eyes going wide “But you’re a human -”
“I know,” she says, frowning “But Ella, this thing between us,” she says, shaking her head “It feels really big I don’t know how to
explain it except like that”
“Did you feel a mating bond snap into place?” I ask curious
“I don’t know,” she says, turning back to me “But Roger said first, when we were out in that
I grin at her, knowing what happened that day, and she blushes a little and rolls her eyes. But I
lean forward eagerly, wanting to know. “What did he say?”
–
“That I was his mate,” Cora replies, giving a little shrug. “But the way he said it so definitive.
Not I choose you as my mate. Just...that I was.”
“Wow,” I say, impressed, a little jealous. I have no hesitations about Sinclair as my chosen mate,
and I know that what’s between us is far beyond anything he had with his own fated mate. But
–
still it’s an experience I’ll never have. “Well,” I continue, “did you ask him about it?”
“No,” she says, shrugging again.

“Why not?”
“Because,” she sighs. “I...like the idea. I don’t want him to tell me that I’m not.”
“Well, I’ll go ask “I say simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready to jump off.
“Ella!” she gasps, grabbing my arm.
“What?” I reply, looking at her wide-eyed.
“Stop meddling!” she laughs, tugging me back down. “That’s between me and him!”
“And me now! Since you told me!”
Cora laughs, throwing a pillow at me. “Lay down, trouble,” she growls, doing her best impression
of Sinclair. I laugh and snatch the pillow out of the air. Then I do as she says, sighing as I lay down
and reaching out to gently pull my little baby closer to me.
“Okay, I won’t,” I murmur, smiling up at my sister. “But you have to tell me as soon as you know.
Do you think you’ll ask mom?”
“Probably,” she says, smiling contentedly. Then her face falls a little as she cocks her head at me.
“Do you think you have a fated mate somewhere out there, Ella? Looking for you?”
“Nah,” I say, smiling down at my baby. “Not everyone gets one, they’re pretty rare. So,” I shrug. smiling down at my baby and
leaning over to give him a little kiss on the head. “I think the
Goddess gave me Sinclair, and he’s more than I could ever ask for.”
“Damn right I am,” my mate says, coming into the room and leaning against the wall, smiling
down at us. He and Roger switched driving positions about an hour ago at a rest stop where Cota
and I picked up some more snacks “What are you two talking about?”

Cora spens her mouth to bring up the fated mate question, but I interrupt, not wanting Sinclair to
even have to consider “Who loves their Sinclair brother more,” say simperngly, smirking at
him “Me of Corn. We just can’t decle we’re both so obsessed with you two-
Sinclair growls playfully, coming swiftly to the side of the bed and laying himself down on it, fitting his body close to mine. “You’d
better be winning, little mate,” he murmurs, nuzzling me as he slips an arm around my waist and pulls me close. “I can’t let Roger
have this one.” I laugh and assure him that I am indeed winning as his stubble rushes against my skin, tickling me and
making me laugh.
Cora pretends to gag and stands up from the bed, snatching a bag of pretzels and heading for the door. “I’ll be out here!” she
says, waving to us over her shoulder. “Don’t do anything weird in my
bed!”
Then, as she disappears from the room, I half turn to my mate and wrinkle my nose at him.
mischievously. “Want to do weird stuff in her bed?” I whisper, trailing a finger down the length of
his chest.
“Absolutely I do,” my mate murmurs back.