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…

at myself, sick,

her so, so much – and I’m so happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just

I pick it up the first thing I see

– how did the baptism

Cora? You

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you get up – I know you

from

click through the rest of my phone, trying,

peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email,

a little pathetic, but I’m

your apartment door…

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

might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man standing outside my door

my

I get to it, I

a little, his eyes going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep outside my door. “Gah!”

so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m very sorry. I should have texted

his rare, warm smile. “I

you want to come in?” I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing

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

day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective mothers as well as

some tricky cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his strong, capable

watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the couch and

making me blink and focus

sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I

to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if

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 really be helpful there? I think that she

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