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…

rolling my eyes at myself, sick, again, of being jealous of my

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

up the first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m trying to avoid leaving me an assortment of messages. I

Hey, Cora – how did the baptism go? Dinner later?

Cora? You

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text when you get up – I know you

from

click through the rest of

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

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

your apartment door…

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

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

of my

I get to it, I

bag of Chinese on the

at him, “I just woke up – we were up all

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

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

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

the supplied chopsticks, Hank tells me all about his day. He held down the fort

busy day with 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

twist in my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me

focus on him. “Did you

I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost

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

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 would do anything

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