The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 362 – Farewell

Cora

“What?” I ask, laughing a little, thinking that he’s kidding. “What are you talking about?”

“Go see your mom,” Roger continues, giving a little shrug. “Like we did with Ella, in the desert. Honestly, I think it was kind of rude of your mom at that moment to focus all on Ella and pretend that she wasn’t your mom too

“Roger,” I sigh, shaking my head. “You can’t call a goddess rude. We were on a mission and honestly, Ella went there to speak with her mother. I didn’t know – and I wasn’t ready. She’s a goddess you have to a*sume that she does things on her own time. For her own reasons.”

“I don’t know why you’re being so nice about it,” Roger growls, a little perturbed. “If I were you I’d be mad.”

“Yes, baby,” I murmur, “but you’re always mad.” This earns a little laugh from him, but I continue after a moment. “It’s hard to explain it,” I say quietly. “But when I held the gift – when I gave it to the world…Roger, I felt her love for me then. It was very rich and very real. She doesn’t love Ella more than she loves me. She’s just waiting for me to be ready.”

“Well?” he asks, nudging me with his nose. “Are you ready?”

I laugh a little, again thinking that he’s not serious.

“Really, Cora,” Roger urges, pulling back a little. “I think we should do it. We have all of these questions – about you, about the baby, about her and her plans for you. Why not? When this is all cleaned up when we have a minute to spare, let’s go on a little pilgrimage to one of your mother’s temples, like we did when we went to go find Reina. Let’s go…have a chat.”

I stop laughing when I consider it – consider if I want it.

“Plus,” he adds, tracing a finger over the soft skin between my shoulder and neck. “We can ask what will happen if I give you my mark. Because my damn wolf won’t shut up about it.”

laugh, pleased. “What

her! Now!”” Roger murmurs, frustrated, and I laugh harder now to hear it, considering that it must be difficult having a wolf interrupting your thoughts

frustrating times,” Roger continues. “Like when we’re just having dinner – like I’m going to jump across the table and grab you or something. Or when you’re

I gasp, laughing. Roger

wants you to have it.” And then his voice shifts a little in tone. “I want you to have it, Cora. I want

my stomach and I think about the baby and all the things we need to know. “All right,” I whisper. “We’ll do it. When we’re able

“Ask her what the hell is going on with this mark, and this crazy hybrid baby. And why those

“Honestly, Roger only you would have the

mate,” he growls, a little territorial but also a little kidding, “has

murmur, patting him on the head

body again so that he looms over me.

cooing mockingly. ” Lil puppy

his lips to mine in a

Ella

with Rafe, we part ways so that he can get himself and his troops ready and I can go back to the medical room to continue healing. I’m on my way there, Rafe’s little carrier

breezing into the room and lifting Rafe’s carrier up onto the

sensing something,

a wide

little push. “Ew, Ella! If you can

lull him to sleep – it’s time for him to take a nap, and he’s almost there, I can tell. “I’m glad you and

still see a smile on her face, “please remember that your sister is human and not as cra*s as

her head as she pours boiling water into two mugs. Then she stirs a tea bag into each and turns to me while