The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 297 – Home with Baby

Ella, I hear Sinclair sigh heavily next to me, murmuring “Ella…”

But I ignore him, my eyes fasted on Hank, who blushes a deep red at the door and looks down at his shoes. I don’t say a word, though, or make this any easier on him. Instead, I wait patiently for an answer. “Cora is,” he murmurs, awkward, “very special to me…

“I would imagine so,” I reply, my voice harder than I think I expected it to be. “She’s a very special person.”

Hank sighs and raises his eyes seriously to mine. I hold his gaze steadily.

“I’m very serious about Cora,” he says evenly. “I want to build a life with her. But we are moving…slowly. We both want to make sure that this is right.”

My heart warms when I hear him say that he wants to build a life with her, but still – what does that mean? I hold my baby closer to me and shift in my seat. “And do you want to have childre-”

“Ella!” Sinclair bursts in, his voice angry, a hand on my arm. “What!” I cry, turning to him with a frown. “It’s a legitimate question!”

“It’s none of your business!” He hisses back to me, his eyes wide and appalled.

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my sister’s business is

My frown deepens as I open my mouth to object to my mate business, after all – but Hank clears his throat, bringing my attention back to him.

else,” he says, his eyes flicking

an end. I sigh, nodding, as

free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to seeing you

the room, my eyes on my baby. “Ella,” Sinclair says slowly, admonishing. I look into his eyes,

know, Sinclair. She’s not with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank

as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page about kids?”

I ask, still bristling that he didn’t let me get

his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation between Cora and Roger. Or Cora and

pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to not talk to each other about it, then I am

Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t have

on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,”

doesn’t bother to counter me. He

we finally get home, all three of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s final set of

we cross the threshold into our home, I gasp a little when I see the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I

on a few of them. “ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with

the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been so distracted – I haven’t even kept up with everyone as

Sinclair says quickly, taking me by the shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this

my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back. “Rafe’s first teddy –

will be there in the morning,” Sinclair says, steady, yawning.

the door to our bedroom,

his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me. “What is it

first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I