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.

he says, his eyes flicking

is at an end. I sigh,

with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation.

my baby. “Ella,” Sinclair says

thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her about

up in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page about

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

eyes back to me, though. “Either way,

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

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

on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll teach you my troublesome

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

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

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

few of them. “ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to

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 as well as I

stairs. “We’re way too tired for this

up the stairs, a steady hand on

there in the morning,” Sinclair says, steady, yawning. “Now?

I sigh, nodding to his wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my

but wanting to be there for me. “What

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