The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella
Cora comes early the day that the festivities begin – if they can be called that. Because while the atmosphere is supposed to be
festive, I know that simmering beneath it is a great deal of political tension that my mate is hoping goes just precisely right.
I throw my arms around my sister the moment I open the door to my bedroom, letting her in. “Thank you thank you thank you!” I
cry out, the words all mushing together as one.
“Whoa!” Cora says, catching me and laughing, giving me a hug in return. ” It’s fine, Ella – honestly, where else would I be on a
day like this?”
“I don’t know, sleeping?” I say, looking at her with wide eyes. “Its 4 am!”
“True,” she says, giving a little shrug and grinning at me. But then she slips a hand to her belly. “Not like I wasn’t up anyway,
though.”
“What?” I gasp, tugging her into the room. Cora is about two full months pregnant now, which isn’t much according to a human
pregnancy, but if this is a wolf pregnancy? Then she’s probably just getting into her second trimester.
But...is this her second trimester? With a hybrid baby...
She laughs at me, watching me try to do the math in my head as I stare down at her belly, which is juuuust barely starting to
swell.
Which is so, so cute
“Yeah,” she says, giving a little shrug. “The morning sickness is starting to hit hard. I got away with it in my first trimester but,” she
sighs. “It mostly hits at night for me too. So, I was already up.”
“Poor sister,” I murmur, looking up into her face and meaning every word of it. I reach for her then, wanting to put a hand on her
cheek, but she laughs and pushes it away, which makes me laugh as well. Cora isn’t one for coddling or pity.
“What can I get you?” I ask, the smile returning to my face. “I’ve heard ginger tea does good things?”
“Distraction,” she says, nodding firmly. “That will be the best.”
“Well distraction I’ve got,” I say, grabbing her hand and leading her towards my gigantic closet.

She gasps a little when she steps inside because even though it’s 4 am? It’s already chaos – clothes and supplies everywhere.
Even a little cart with coffee, tea, and breakfast snacks.
“Oh, hey, Cora,” Sinclair says, turning and grinning at her as he stands at the mirror, tying his tie for the fourth time. He wants to
get it absolutely, perfectly correct. “Thanks for coming early. We’ve got a long day. Did Roger come too?”
“No,” she sighs, sitting down in the poufy arm chair next to Rafe’s littleplay pen, smiling down at him and patting his head to say
hello. “He is lazy, and wanted more sleep. He says he’ll be here at the more reasonable hour of seven.”
“That’s too late,” Sinclair murmurs, shaking his head and reaching for his phone. “I need him here by six...”
“Good luck,” Cora murmurs, accepting the little cup of tea that I hand her.
“It’ll be fine,” I say with a sigh. “Boys are lucky – they have so much less to do on mornings like this. Just throw on a suit! Run a
hand through your hair! Gorgeous, ready to go!”
“Oh, come on, Ella,” Cora laughs, sipping at her tea, grinning when she detects that I’ve given her something with ginger in it
anyway. “Like it’s so hard for you to get gorgeous.”
“She has a point!” Sinclair calls out, tossing his phone back onto a side table after he finishes texting Roger and turning back to
his tie.
“Oh, you both flatter,” I murmur, giving them both a pleased little glare and flapping my hands at them. “But we’ve got
appointments, Cora – hair, nails, the works. It’s going to be a lot.”
“I’m kind of looking forward to it,” she says, giving me a smile. “I haven’t been pampered like this in a long time. Plus, the outfits
you’ve picked out for me for this weekend...” she whistles, impressed. “They’re stunning.”
“Well, you’re the bride,” I say, turning and giving her a grin. “You’re supposed to steal the show.”
“On Sunday,” she says, rolling her eyes, “I’m supposed to steal the show. But tonight? And then the coronation tomorrow? That’s
supposed to be all you, Ella.”
“Or him!” I say, pointing to the man who is going to be you know crowned King.
“All eyes will be on you, my Queen,” Sinclair says, coming my side and tugging me close, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I smile
when I note that his tie is indeed perfect. “Or,” Sinclair continues, considering and turning to the baby. “On Rafe.”

“He is very cute,” I say, likewise turning my eyes to the baby, who burbles in the playpen, swatting at some toys hanging above
him.
Cora laughs at us, taking a sip of her tea. “Guys, he’s very cute, but...you’re looking at him with parents’ eyes. I’m sure people
will be much more focused on the two of you.”
“Not when they see his outfits,” I say, bursting into a smile. And I dash over to the little dresser where we keep Rafe’s things, but
before I can pull anything out another knock comes at the door to the room.
“Your first appointment,” Sinclair murmurs, moving away from me to answer the door. “Ready?”
“As we’ll ever be!” I sigh, turning to give Cora a wink. “Let’s get started.”
“Gabriel!” I laugh, throwing my arms around the King of Vanara as soon as he mounts the four short steps up to the dais on
which Sinclair and I stand, greeting each of the delegations as they arrive.
He laughs, catching me in his arms and giving me a warm, lingering hug.
“Ella,” he murmurs, his voice low and pleased. “It is such a joy to see you we were all so worried when you left. It is a joy to see
you again, healthy and happy.”
“And the baby!” I say, laughing and pulling away, reaching to take Rafe from Cora’s arms in a hurry so my son can meet the King
who was so kind to me during such a large part of my pregnancy. Cora smiles, handing him over willingly, Roger at her side
likewise looking eagerly at the Vanaran delegation, which holds so many familiar faces. Henry declined to attend this part of the
ceremony, citing long hours and boredom, though he’ll be at the dinner tonight.
“Oh my goodness,” Gabriel says, laughing and taking Rafe from my hands and cradling him in his arms, staring down at him with
true joy. Then he laughs, lifting his head to Sinclair at my side, his eyes crinkling with pleasure at the edges. “Well,” he says,
reaching for my mate and giving him a warm hug around the shoulders. “No need to guess who this child’s father is. He’s the
image of you, Dom.”
“Ah, he’s got some of his mother in there,” Sinclair says, returning his old friend’s warm hug.
“Lies,” I sigh, reaching to take the baby back and snuggling him close to me. “He’s all Dominic, and it’s taking its toll on my poor
arms,” I murmur, hefting Rafe up. Everyone laughs at my joke, because they can see it’s plainly true Rafe is a big baby for his
nearly- four-month age; he’s already wearing six-month clothes, sometimes eight.

But he’s also adorable, so I forgive him.
Rafe’s tired, I know, but he’s being so good. And frankly, I want him here by my side through all of this. Not everyone in this room
is our friend, and I can’t bear the thought of leaving him alone even with any of the nannies who we’ve hired even though I’ve
gotten very close with several of them. I started out as a nanny, after all they’re some of the people in my new life who I’ve grown
closest to.
Gabriel and Sinclair move slightly to the side, exchanging more warm greetings and giving me a chance to greet several of our
old friends, including James, Isabel, and sweet Sadie, who have been separated for at least a month while James went back to
Vanara to serve as our ambassador while Isabel and Sadie stayed here so that Isabel could work with me on the camps. We’ve
made incredible progress, which has been a delight to me, but we’ve also got quite a bit of work still to do.
I grin when I see Thomas as well, the King’s rather discreet boyfriend, towards the back of the delegation. I give him a happy
wave, which he returns with a little bow, and I make a mental note to get to know him much more on this trip than I did the last
one.
Our time with the Vanarans goes far too fast but there’s a literal line of people waiting to come and greet us, so we only have
about three minutes with each to greet them and make plans and promises to meet up again soon.
Still, I breaks my heart to only be able to spend moments with the people who mean so much to me I find myself a little
overwhelmed when they begin to move away, waving and calling their goodbyes.
I’m still waving, Rafe clutched to my side, when I feel Cora step up next to me. I can feel her tension already.
“What is it?” I ask, the smile falling from my face as I look over at my sweet sister. She looks amazing, dressed in a lavender
gown with a little cape draped formally over her shoulders. I’m wearing something similar, but all in white, which makes my rose-
gold hair shine out like a beacon.
But Cora, even though she’s beautiful, is clearly worried. Serious, she raises her chin at the delegation that’s coming next and I
turn towards them, surprised to see each of the members dressed in serious black clothing, standing in four straight lines of five
people each. They look more like a military formation than a delegation of ambassadors.
And I note suddenly that they’re...all men.
“Are you ready for this?” Cora asks, quiet. I shift Rafe to my other side and reach out to grab her hand. “I guess we have to be.”
Then, Cora and I take a deep breath, moving forward to greet the Atalaxians.