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

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

kind of distraction from these disquieting- thoughts. But when I pick it up the first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m trying

Hey, Cora – how did the baptism go?

You okay?

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

from

messages away and click through the rest

Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email,

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

your apartment door…

Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m

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

out of my bed and dash

I get to it, I

bag of Chinese

say, bright, cheerful – maybe too bright, too cheerful. “I’m 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 before I fell

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

against my door frame and gesturing towards my little apartment. “I am…well, I am

bit at the corner. “That

about his day. He held down the

was, apparently, a 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

my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to

focus on him. “Did you

little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost in my thoughts a little bit. Forgive me. Can

and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before

and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she

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