The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 35 – Dinner with Cora

Ella

“I swear, Cora.” I groan, burying my head in my hands. “I’m in so far over my head it’s ridiculous.”

“You’re doing fine!” Cora insists, despite the fact that she doesn’t have any idea how things are actually going. “I mean a month ago you didn’t even know this world existed.”

“How did you keep it quiet for so long?” I inquire.

“I didn’t have a choice.” Cora admits, “I didn’t even believe it at first. It took me a lot longer to come to terms with it than it took you, believe me. I mean I could see it through my microscope, I could see the molecular evidence, but…” She trails off, shaking her head about just how deep her denial had run. “I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I always thought magic was nonsense – it actually shook my belief in science for a minute there.”

I appreciate her consolation more than I can express. I’ve felt so alone in all this, it’s wonderful to know I’m not the only one who struggled this way. “I think it helps that I’ve been completely immersed in it.” I reason. “You have no idea how much better I feel just being out with you – away from all that. I mean honestly, it feels as though I’ve been living underwater or something. Like I’m learning how to survive without air because there’s no other option, and I don’t even realize how odd it is until I surface again and remember what breathing is.” I explain. “Not to mention Sinclair. He’s confusing me so much. It’s like I’m a teenager again and he’s my first crush.”

“Maybe it’s just the baby,” Cora suggests, “it wants to be near him.”

“I suppose.” I concede, “but I still don’t understand how any of this is possible. I mean the shifters are one thing – but how can I be pregnant by one?”

“I don’t know.” Cora sighs, “I mean their society has always been hidden for their own protection. A few humans like me are allowed to know, and I expect a few have fallen in love at some point or another, but I’ve never heard of anyone cross breeding. It shouldn’t be possible.” She shakes her head. “Your baby really is a miracle, Elle.”

“Don’t I know it.” I grin. “I have to focus on that. I have to focus on the baby, rather than him.”

“Is it really that bad?” Cora presses.

“Yeah, I feel like I’m losing it, and I can’t figure out if he reciprocates the feelings, or if it’s all in my head. And then there’s all this stuff with his former mate. It’s all such a mess.”

“Do you trust him?” Cora probes gently, squeezing my hand across the table.

I feel like there’s a rock sitting in the bottom of my stomach as I consider this question. “I made the mistake of trusting one man – after everything that happened to us when we were growing up, I actually fell for Mike’s lies. I knew better and I let my guard down. I’ll never forgive myself for putting myself in that situation, and it’s not a mistake I plan on making again.”

at me with so much undiluted pity that I pull my hand away. “Please don’t look

Ella.” She declares firmly. “Mike was

con.” I remind her, “It can’t succeed without an easy mark – and that’s obviously what I was. I’m at least partly responsible for not seeing through his bul ls hit. There were red flags and

kids. You let yourself be hurt so that I and the other little ones wouldn’t be, and now you carry the weight of that trauma while we

surrogate sister, feeling a rush of warmth for her. “You know I wouldn’t change that for the world, Cora. I would so much rather suffer

to make such a

hope this baby is safe.” I relate. “The campaign ends just before I’m due, and once Sinclair is King I’ll be able to relax. But I’m terrified

anyone being strong enough to lay a hand on Sinclair.”

agree, “but with an army behind

sure he wins.” Cora encourages. “The word around the office

much of one that I can barely go anywhere without camera crews following me around everywhere

should go out! Just the two of us – before your whole

to go out without

arches her brows. “Sinclair is

I guess the pup is enough and I understand the prince might want to take him out of the running –

to be safe than

to be extra safe when we go out.” I decide. “In fact, we won’t

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afternoon I’m patiently allowing Sinclair to take my blood pressure, despite the fact that I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself. I’m trying to keep my thoughts neutral

thinking.” He smirks after

“Do you?” I quip.

do this yourself.” He grins, “but I like doing it for you and I’ve been so busy that last few days that

think wryly, other that when he’s scent marking me every

of year.” Sinclair explains, frowning at the reading on the little screen. “Your pressure is

be what’s stressing me out?” I suggest, the words slipping out before I can stop

before reaching up to stroke my cheek. “Hmm,