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.

it,” he murmurs, still holding me tight. “I knew it was all going to be good news

finally as the shock leaves my system I feel myself filling with a deep and resounding

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

right.

letting him think it. But despite all of it, I can’t stop

turns in a happy little circle,

of

a little straighter and grins down into my face. “This is so

wolf, and you have a

thrilled at it

raising my hands to bury my fingers in his hair.

like

it now?” he asks, interrupting me and looking down at

tug at the

that soft place between my

him away. “Ew, Roger!

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

intuit my emotions and my meaning without

me, even

He asks, and I can sense

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I say, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We’re

like, throw down here in

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

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 that makes me so

he murmurs when we both calin down a little bit, after he presses his lips warmly to my mouth and kisses me, soundly warmly,

know

nudge him with my nose, just as my wolf does to his in the precise

I whisper, feeling an intense hunger for his mark that

my body to my stomach as

Ella are going to flip when

suddenly, unable to

feel his shock and awe down the bond before he looks up into

I ask my eyes going wide. It’s not fear – nothing in his reaction tells me

afraid. But still…what…

at my stomach again, he passes me something

don’t understand, something that doesn’t