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

is at an end. I sigh, nodding,

know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward

scowl as Hank leaves the room, my eyes on my baby. “Ella,” Sinclair says slowly, admonishing. I look into his eyes,

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

“And what’s Cora’s page about kids?”

still bristling that he didn’t let me get

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

to not talk to each other about it, then I am going

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

at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper

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

of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But

I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them

few of them. “ They look to be presents from friends

eyes suddenly filled 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 so distracted – I haven’t

“We’re way too tired for this – if you get into all these cards now, you’ll cry

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

there in the morning,” Sinclair says, steady,

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

his fingers, exhausted but wanting

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