The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Cora

“What?” I ask, confused. I – I have a gift? I quickly search for it within myself but….it’s not there. I

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mean, I know how Ella’s feels she passed it to me before, I carried it – but there is nothing in me

now that feels anything like that…

“Yours is different from your sisters,” the Goddess explains. “Ella’s soul is that of a healer, and so that is her gift. Yours,” she smiles lightly, “reflects you. You’ve used it before,” she says, turning her head to glance at Roger with a little laugh. “I’m surprised you did not notice it then.”

“What?” I ask again, still baffled. But she turns to go and I grab for her hand. “Please,” I say, shaking my hand, “I don’t understand -”

“Perhaps you should ask your sister for help,” the Goddess says with a shrug. “She can guide you to it, I think, as hers is already unlocked. But you already have your gift, Cora.” She assures me. She hesitates then before laughing a little, “as does your child.”

“What!?” I say for the third time, my mouth falling open now as I stare at her and then glance down at my stomach before looking back up into her face. “My child

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“All your children,” she says simply, as if it’s obvious, “will be gifted, as you are, as Ella is. As you,

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my daughters, are gifts to me it is my gift to you, and to all of your children

“Whoa,” Roger says, sitting back in his chair and raising a hand to his head in shock. “All…all are kids are going to be magic?”

The Goddess laughs a little. “Each will be gifted,” she says simply, turning back to me. “And each gift will be unique, and will reflect each child’s unique spirit. As yours does, as Ella’s does. They’ll all have pieces in common but -” she sighs happily now, shaking her head as if it’s too complicated to explain. “You will see, Cora. I need not explain it all. Your children will show you.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“I love you,” the Goddess says, raising her hand and brushing my cheek with her fingertips. Carry that knowledge your whole life. I will see you again,” she promises, and I cling to that prophecy just a little, “but until then carry my love”

And then, as Roger and I watch, my mother passes through a door in the back of the room – a door that I swear was not there a moment ago –

And she’s gone

Roger and I both stare at the door and then turn, slowly, to stare at each other

And then as I continue to sate at him, he starts to laugh a low, delighted round as he gets up

as he buries his head against my neck.

“I

not,” I laugh, and finally as the shock leaves my system I feel myself filling with a deep and resounding joy in

against my skin, “but like….deep down. I

all right. You

him think it. But despite

me my wolf turns in a happy little circle, prancing around and shaking out

to the feel of her

grins down into my face.

going to be a wolf, and you have a wolf,

thrilled

him and raising my hands to bury my fingers in his hair. “I

like

he asks, interrupting me and looking

tug at the collar of my

and then as I see him eyeing that soft place between my

swat him away. “Ew, Roger!

but we’re both too happy for him to actually be offended. We’re – we’re just…so connected now that the mating bond has

ends. It’s like he can intuit my emotions and my meaning without even having

at me, even

asks, and I can sense his mild

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say, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We’re in my mom’s house there are

like, throw down here in the back of the

the hell not?” he asks, looking at me like I’m

wolf in spirit, but I was raised human. I have a little. more decency than that.” And then as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, looking hungrily down at me, I start to laugh so hard that my whole body shakes It takes him a moment but then he’s laughing with

makes me so happy I can barely

his lips warmly to my mouth and kisses me, soundly warmly,

know his precise

I nudge him with my nose, just as my wolf does to his

intense hunger for his

body to my stomach as he makes space between us. “So cool

flip when we

suddenly, unable to finish his

and awe down the bond before he looks up into my face and whispers

wide. It’s not fear – nothing in his

afraid. But still…what…

my stomach again, he passes

don’t understand, something