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, clearly

at an end.

free from my interrogation. “We’ll

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

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

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

he didn’t let me

“Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to

all too stupid enough to not talk

is as trouble does,” Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t have

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

laugh in his chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me. He knows

activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s final set of tests came back

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

“ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards set neatly

say, reaching for it, my eyes suddenly filled with sharp tears. “Oh, I miss them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings,

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

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

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

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

exhausted but wanting to be

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