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

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

pick it up the first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m trying

how did the baptism

Cora? You okay?

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

from you.

I swipe the messages away and click through the

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

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

your apartment door…

that. Hank. He’s being

one he 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 my door with mooshoo pork, dying

I jump out of my bed and

get to it, I yank it open, hoping

bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep

maybe too bright, too cheerful. “I’m so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up

smile. “I get it – you had a busy night.”

my door frame and gesturing towards my

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

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 work at, seeing both prospective mothers as well as general ailments from humans and wolves who currently

Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face –

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

me blink and focus on him. “Did you hear

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

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

picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t

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