The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 297

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

an end. I sigh, nodding, as

free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to seeing you

eyes on my baby.

not with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t

surprise as he processes this information. “And

didn’t let me get information that I very

considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation between Cora and

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

sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t have

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

to counter me. He knows it

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

I see the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look

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 neatly around a fluffy teddy

sudden rush of feelings,

I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get into all these cards now, you’ll cry yourself

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

there in the morning,” Sinclair says, steady, yawning.

When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with

fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me.

him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really knowing how to put all of my emotions into

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