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.

nothing else,” he says, his eyes flicking between Sinclair and I now,

at an end. I sigh, nodding,

Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to seeing you

my eyes on my baby.

can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on

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

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

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

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

leaning back on the chair. “I guess

straight,” I murmur 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 torture daddy

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

the time we finally get home, all three of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when

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

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 neatly around a fluffy teddy bear. “This one’s from James and

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 kept up with everyone

stairs. “We’re way too tired for

as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my

morning,” Sinclair says, steady, yawning.

to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears

murmurs, taking my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me.

my 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