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.

–

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.

eyes flicking

end. I sigh, nodding,

with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from

my baby. “Ella,” Sinclair says slowly, admonishing. I look into his eyes, still

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

information. “And what’s Cora’s page about

still bristling that he didn’t let me get information that I very much

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

murmur, settling back onto the pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to not talk

sighs, leaning back on

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

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

activities of the day. But

threshold into our home, I gasp a little when I see the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated,

to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards set neatly around a fluffy teddy bear. “This one’s from James

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

by the shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you

my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back.

morning,” Sinclair says,

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

fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me.

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 put all of my emotions into words. “It’s