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…

eyes at myself, sick, again, of being

happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it

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

Hey, Cora – how did

Cora? You

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up – I know you were up all night but

heard from you.

messages away and click through the rest of my phone,

me that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message from Hank

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

your apartment door…

a little bit when I see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not being fair to

last night, it doesn’t change

I jump out of my

I get to it, I

jumps a little, his eyes going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail

at him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m very sorry. I

okay,” Hank says, giving me his rare, warm smile. “I get

ask, leaning against my door frame

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

the coffee table, eating right out of the containers with the supplied chopsticks, Hank tells me all about his day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both

he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over

twist in my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the couch and kiss him…

he asks, making me blink and focus on him. “Did

I ask, shaking myself and forcing myself to listen to his words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” 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 sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella would want

and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she

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