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 between Sinclair and I

end. I sigh, nodding,

he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to seeing you soon.”

scowl as Hank leaves the room, my eyes on my baby. “Ella,” Sinclair says slowly,

to 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

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

ask, still bristling that he didn’t let

He brings his eyes back to

the pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to not talk to each other about

sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess

in response, smiling down at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll teach you my troublesome ways. And then we’ll

but doesn’t bother to counter

we finally get home, all three of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave

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

also raised 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 filled with hand–drawn cards set

bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed

me by the shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too

my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand

be there in the morning,” Sinclair says, steady,

his wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears again as

fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me. “What is it this time?

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