The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 423: Run Away Bride

Cora

As Roger drives down the dark highway, I type out a quick message to Ella on my phone: Hey! I’m going to be MIA for a couple of days. Roger and I are taking some time to ourselves. I’m sorry to leave you hanging with all the work we have to do at the camps will you forgive me?

I bite my lip anxiously when I press send and stare at my phone, waiting for the reply.

“Quit that,” Roger says, glancing at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Worrying about it,” he says, giving a little shrug. “She’s not your boss, Cora.”

“Yeah well, Dominic is your boss,” I point out, raising my eyebrows. “Did you even text him?”

“Nah,” he says, grinning broadly. I’ll let Ella break it to him and just face his wrath when we come back.”

“If we come back,” I say, sufficiently relaxed by his encouragement and leaning back against my chair. “Who knows. Maybe we’ll like eloping so much that we just…stay.”

“I encourage this,” Roger says, laughing. “Thoroughly. We can probably assume new identities, just completely abandon our lives and our responsibilities.”

I laugh at the idea and look at the window, the thrill and excitement of elopement still rushing through me. ” Yeah, but then we won’t get to see Rafe grow up. And little no-name here won’t have his best friend.” I run my hand passively over my stomach, sending a little pulse of happy down the bond to the baby so that he can feel my excitement along with me. But he doesn’t send anything back – probably asleep. Or whatever.

Who knows, with these magical mystery babies Ella and I have. “About that,” Roger says, glancing at me again. “Do you have ideas? For names, for the baby?”

I turn to him, surprised. “Do you know? I actually…don’t.”

at me, shaking his head. “Let me guess. Ella had her

on the head, Sinclair,” I say, winking at him, making him laugh. “It’s

laughs again and then we let the moment sit for a while

I say, sitting up straight and looking at him eagerly.

a little glare. ” I think about our child, and his

grinning. “What names are off

says, immediate, and I burst into

“Why Edgar?”

it is mean to a little kid. And I knew someone named

at this, agreeing. “All right, Edgar’s off the

a second and I reach out, shoving

and putting on his most stubborn expression. “You’ll accuse me of being sentimental. I want this to be a discussion, so you have

at my secretly-sweet mate. “That’s the most sentimental idea I’ve ever heard so much more sentimental than just

this discussion to me as a mating gift,” he says, nodding. “I get to make that request at least, don’t I

happily. ” Whatever the groom wants on his wedding day –

little, making me laugh, and then we continue our journey into the night. Roger reaches out and takes my hand as we drive quickly towards the coast, giving my palm a squeeze and passing his excitement

about this too, feeling sentimental and excited

within by warm yellow light – I had the owner come and open it up for us so that it would be cozy when we got here. The whole house is probably as big

knew it was

of the car. I

and me moving to the door of the little bungalow with the white box under my arm, punching in

hands going immediately to my mouth as I stare into the prettiest, tiniest little beach house that I’ve ever seen. There’s a little kitchen space off to our left, and

it the

“Do you like it?”

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