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

at an end. I

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

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

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

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

didn’t let me

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

all too stupid enough to not talk to each other about it,

leaning back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t have expected any

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

his chair, but doesn’t bother to

all three of us exhausted by the activities of the day.

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

presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards

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

I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this

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

there in the morning,”

I sigh, nodding to 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 I look

wanting to be

time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really knowing how to put all