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.

eyes flicking between Sinclair and I now, clearly

is at an end. I sigh, nodding, as Sinclair

doctor,” he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll

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

know, Sinclair. She’s not with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her about kids, then what’s

in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page

he didn’t let me get information that I very much

into space and considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a

stupid enough to not talk to each other about it, then I am going to talk about

does,” Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the chair.

I murmur in response, smiling down at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,”

bother to counter me. He knows it would be a waste

exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s

gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I look up at my mate. “Did you do

from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards set neatly around a fluffy teddy bear. “This one’s from James

miss them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been so distracted –

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

the teddy bear!” I cry, looking over my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back. “Rafe’s first teddy –

morning,” Sinclair says,

to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the

he murmurs, taking my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to

voice trembling a little, looking between him and the baby. “Just…we’re bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really knowing how to put all of my emotions