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, of being

in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me

I see is one of those relationships I’m trying to avoid leaving me

Hey, Cora – how did the baptism

Cora? You

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you get up – I know you

from you.

through the rest of my phone, trying, determinedly,

peep. As I take a deep breath and check

I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside.

your apartment door…

Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not being fair to

us last night, it doesn’t change anything.

with me? Quickly, I jump out of my bed and dash for the front door

I yank

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

sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were

Hank says, giving me his rare, warm smile. “I get it – you had

come in?” I ask, leaning against my door frame and

up a bit at the corner. “That

about his day. He held down the fort

tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his strong, capable

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

and focus on him.

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 again?”

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

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

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