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 sister.

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

pick it up the first thing I see is one of those

– how did the

Cora? You okay?

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send me a text when you get up – I know you were up all night but I’m worried that I

heard from

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

it bother me that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I

Hey, are you home? I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside.

your apartment door…

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

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

wrong with me? Quickly, I jump out of my bed and dash for the

it, I

bag of

sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up –

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

door frame and gesturing towards

his lips turning up a bit at the corner.

all about his day. He held down the fort at the little free

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 – his

as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the

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

Hank,” I say, giving him an

bit before sitting

my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t

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