The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 207

Chapter 207 – Cora Comforts Roger

3rd Person

Cora wasn’t sure what she was doing.

Her sister needed her, so why was she walking away from Ella’s suite? Why wasn’t she offering to help make arrangements for a funeral, or trying to help Henry convince the stubborn Luna to accept her loss and focus on caring for herself and the baby? Why was she determinedly walking the same path she had only nights before, when she’d been vulnerable and reckless enough to seek out Roger?

Because you’ve lost your damn mind. She thought bitterly. Worrying about a man who doesn’t deserve your time or attention – someone who betrayed his own family and endangered Ella’s life. So what if he’s gorgeous and clever, so what if he understands you even better than you understand yourself… and makes your stomach go all soft and squishy everytime he looks at you with those fierce wolf eyes… he’s still a scoundrel. He can’t be trusted.

But despite Cora’s confused inner musings, she was worried. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Roger since the news broke about Sinclair’s death – and that was three days ago. Ella may not have realized it, but after she collapsed the doctor sedated her for a full 72 hours, and Cora knew that was part of why this was such a struggle. Ella was waking up as if his death had just happened, but the rest of them had been battling through the last few days without her. They’d exhausted every possibility, every hope, and eventually accepted what Ella could not.

When she reached Roger’s rooms, Cora knocked softly, unsure if he was even there. However her question was soon answered, when a bitter growl sounded from somewhere inside. “Go away!”

“Roger, it’s me.” Cora called, fighting back a quiver of fear. “I just wanted to check on you.”

said go away.” He barked again, and

a deep breath, Cora summoned all her courage, briefly wondering if she’d lost her mind. She knew better than to interfere with a man in such a state, and though his harsh words and angry tone sent nervous tremors through her body, she couldn’t help herself. She turned the door handle and warily opened the door. The scene which met her was more

had been. Now it lay in ruins – every piece of furniture had been broken or toppled, every decorative vase and framed

the hell are you doing? Don’t you have ears?” Roger snapped, appearing in the door to the bedroom. He was shirtless, dark trousers slung low on his hips, muscles rippling on his abdomen and arms. His dark hair was tousled and a thick

in this condition. “I’m sorry.” She stammered, trying and failing to look

winced as glass and splinters dug into the soles of his bare feet. Blood seeped out to blend in the

an irate wolf is behave like prey, and here she was flooded with adrenaline and contemplating flight. “Not like this.” Cora managed to utter, glancing again at

my grief is messier than yours.” Roger sniped, closing the door behind her

I thought you were

She admitted, “but given what happened I… I just

until Cora had no choice but to back away, her shoulder blades colliding with the door.

“I knew you would be sad, I just wasn’t prepared for you to be quite so…” She trailed off, trying to find the right word

you think I’m some sort of monster?

in her voice. “I know what you’re doing Roger and

working?” He demanded, lowering his head to her neck and drinking in her scent. Cora’s stomach flipped, and she could smell the whisky on his breath. “I can taste your fear, little

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