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…

groan, rolling my eyes at myself, sick, again, of being jealous of

happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me realize how unhappy I am, when

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. I sigh and click open my

– how did

You okay?

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get up – I know you were up all night but I’m worried that I

from you.

away and click through the rest of my phone, trying,

that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and

home? I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can you let

your apartment door…

Hank. He’s being

– despite what might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a

my bed and dash for

it, I yank

accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep outside my

woke up – we were

me his rare, warm smile. “I get

against my door frame and gesturing towards

turning up a bit at the corner. “That

Hank tells me all about his day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective mothers

he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his

feel something twist in my stomach as I watch him, something that

focus on him. “Did you hear

Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost in

okay,” he responds, giving me a little wink and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella would want to be more involved

think she’d be dying to be more involved in the clinic,” I respond instantly, looking down at my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she

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