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…

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

has what she wants in her life. But sometimes

some 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 to avoid

how did the

Cora? You okay?

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get up – I know

heard from you.

away and click through the rest of my phone, trying,

that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message from Hank pops up.

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

your apartment door…

little bit when I see that. Hank. He’s being so

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

of my bed and dash for the front door of

get to it, I

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

sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m very

okay,” Hank says, giving me his rare, warm smile. “I get

door frame and gesturing towards my little apartment.

lips turning up a bit

us on the coffee 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

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

I feel something twist in my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the couch and

blink and focus on him.

myself to listen to his words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving

bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella would want to be

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 – but she’s got a big heart,

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