The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 311

Chapter 311 – Cora at Home

Cora

When I wake up it’s almost eight at night and I groan, realizing that my sleep schedule is

completely wrecked. I’m reminded, suddenly, of my years as a medical resident when this sort of thing was normal – sleeping all day, taking night shifts, living moment to moment rather than a steady, scheduled life.

And quite frankly, right now? That sounds really wonderful, compared against a whole night of empty hours in which I have nothing to do but… think.

Think about what I’m doing in my life, think about my career which has gone in a really weird direction, think about my relationship…s.

About a certain kiss in the woods.

About a sweet doctor who, apparently, wants to build a life with me.

I sigh and sit up, looking around at my sterile little apartment. I never really decorated, I realize as

I look around at the grey and beige furniture, the simple linens, the charmless curtains. Everything is functional and high quality but none of it is… me?

Or is it?

I frown at my space, thinking of Ella’s sweet home that – even though Sinclair picked out most of the furniture before she moved in – still sings Ella Ella Ella in every corner. It’s warm and sweet

and comfortable. What does my space say about me?

I mean, I’m an orphan – I never had any possessions or any control over the environments in

which I lived, so where would I have learned to decorate? I never had a mother to show me how

So where did Ella…

sick, again,

But sometimes

over, reaching for my phone, seeking some kind of distraction from these disquieting- thoughts. But when I pick it up the first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m trying to avoid leaving me an assortment of messages.

– how did the baptism go?

You

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Hey, send me a text when you get up – I know you were up

heard from you.

away and click through the rest

all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email,

little pathetic, but I’m

your apartment door…

see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m

space for Roger, one he doesn’t even want – despite what might have passed between us last

my bed and dash

I yank it open,

wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep

I say, bright, cheerful – maybe too bright, too cheerful. “I’m so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m

rare, warm smile. “I get it – you had a busy night.”

I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my little apartment. “I am…well, I am

his lips turning up a bit at the corner. “That sounds great, Cora.”

held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective mothers as well as general ailments from humans and wolves

watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his strong, capable hands-

I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me

asks, making me blink and focus on him. “Did you hear me?”

I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost in my thoughts a little bit. Forgive me. Can you start

a little wink and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before

looking down at my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be helpful there? I think that she would

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