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

I’m so 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 I stand next to her.

first thing I see

– how did the baptism go?

Cora? You

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me a text when you get up – I

from you.

and click through the rest of my phone, trying,

there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As

are you home? I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m

your apartment door…

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

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

out of my bed and dash for the front door of my apartment.

I

accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little

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

rare, warm smile. “I get it – you

leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my little

he says, his lips turning up a bit at the corner. “That sounds

me all about his day. He held down the fort

tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome,

watch him, something that makes me…well,

asks, making me blink and focus on

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?”

squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was

broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be helpful there? I think that

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