The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Cora

I don’t really notice when Ella leaves. I’m too busy crying.

I think I scare Roger again when I start, because it’s just a few tears at first, but then suddenly I’m blubbering against his shoulder because it feels like every single emotion I’ve ever had – every single one – is racing through me at once.

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“Cora,” Roger whispers, concerned, pulling me to him. But when I don’t stop he just holds me tight, shushing me and rubbing a hand up and down my back. Then, when I continue, he slowly walks backwards with me in his arms until his legs hit the bed, and then he sits down, pulling me into his lap, and lays back, taking me with him.

I start to calm down then, curled against Roger’s body, breathing in the warm scent of him as he makes soft comforting noises and kisses my head and whispers to me that it’s all right and that I’m lovely.

I’m embarrassed when I get myself together – seriously, the guy finds out that he’s going to be a dad and all I do is cry about it for five solid minutes – but when I look up at him he gives me a gentle smile, like he doesn’t mind at all.

“I’m so sorry, Roger,” I murmur.

“What?” he asks. “Cora, I’m the one who grabbed you and flipped out and spontaneously transformed into my wolf in a panic –”

“Yes,” I concede, nodding, but still feeling guilty. “But Roger, I didn’t call you for five days

“That’s all right Cora,” Roger replies, dismissing it way too easily as he strokes my hair.

And I shake my head at him as I realize that he’s just completely overwhelmed by his excitement about the baby right now – that he’s willing to forgive me anything in this moment because he’s not thinking straight. But then his hand pauses on my hair and I see him start to figure it out. “Wait,” he says, hesitating and looking at me more seriously. “Cora, why didn’t you call me for five days?”

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all – to talk about my other sex partners with my mate. Especially now, when he’s probably newly volatile and protective with his

and sensed your connection? I thought the baby

stares at me. Then, slowly, he rests his

the time. I can’t smell the baby’s bloodline, and had no reason to assume that I – unlike literally any other human

get it,” Roger replies evenly, still staring the ceiling and I think sorting through his own

—

I whisper. “I should have told you – I was a coward. I just… I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to face it, especially if it

asks, his voice quiet, looking down

I answer, honest. “Would you have?”

me. And I love you – I don’t think I’d ever

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put

him for a few moments. “But,” I say after a long pause. “It’s…not someone else’s

hand down his face and looking at me, a little

want to?”

lot…” he confesses,

the side.

hands again. “There’s nothing to forgive. I don’t I don’t care if you’ve had a romantic past – we weren’t even together when

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Hank two days before I slept with Roger. But as I look up into Roger’s eyes I realize that that’s a completely human emotion – that wolves, unlike humans,

from side to side as he stares at me, “is our future. All right? Me, you, and this… weird little baby…” he murmurs,

weird?” I ask, looking down at my stomach again, suddenly scared

scared me a little bit. “No, Cora –‘ Roger says quickly, laughing and pressing