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,

life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect.

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 of messages. I

Cora – how did the

Cora? You okay?

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get up – I know you were up all night

heard from

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

all from Roger. Not a peep. As I

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…

that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not being fair to him,

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 to love me.

my bed and dash for

I

dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep

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

rare, warm smile.

I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing

a bit at the corner. “That sounds

day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective mothers as well as general ailments

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

he asks, making me blink and focus on him. “Did you

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

hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just

morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be helpful there? I think that she

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