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…

my eyes at myself, sick, again,

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.

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 leaving me an assortment

– how did the baptism go? Dinner

You okay?

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– I know you were up all night but I’m

from

away and click through the rest of

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

mean, this is a little pathetic, but

your apartment door…

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

us last night, it

of my bed and dash for the front

to it, I yank

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

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

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

leaning against my door frame and gesturing

turning up a bit at the

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

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

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

blink and focus on him. “Did you hear me?”

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

before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think

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 – but

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