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

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

know he’s free from

my eyes on my baby. “Ella,” Sinclair says slowly, admonishing.

she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If

go up in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page about kids?” he asks. “Does she want

I ask, still bristling that he didn’t

eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation

murmur, settling back onto the pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to not talk to each other about it, then I am going

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

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

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

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 tests came back clean and we happily headed

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 look up at my mate. “Did you do all this?”

in interest as he checks some tags on a few of them. “ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one

with sharp tears. “Oh, I 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 – I haven’t even

I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get

as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back. “Rafe’s first teddy – we have to

the morning,” Sinclair

allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the

my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be

and the baby. “Just…we’re bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep