The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Cora

I blow lightly on my cup of tea, doing my best to cool it and concentrate on the book that’s open in my lap. But even as I try, my eyes continually drift to the picture window in front of me that overlooks the front of our property, including the driveway where Roger’s going to pull in any minute now.

At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past two hours.

I sigh, frustrated. I sent him a text a while ago asking him to let me know when he’d be home not that I really need to know, I just…wanted to know.

But Roger is notoriously bad at keeping an eye on his phone, and I know that he and Sinclair have had a particularly stressful day today. So, I’do my best to just…exercise my patience.

But I sigh because, even though patience is usually one of my virtues…

Today? I’m finding it a little hard.

Happy!

The baby’s little tap comes skipping down the bond out of nowhere, and I burst into a grin, looking down at myself.

“Oh, so are you liking the ginger tea, little guy?” I ask, laughing a little as I stroke a hand over my belly.

He doesn’t respond because…well, because I asked him out loud, and he can’t hear me, but I smile nonetheless, taking another sip.

Happy? I ask, sending the word and the feeling down the bond to him.

His answer comes back in an instant. Happy happy!

I laugh again, desperately pleased at this, and wondering what’s going to come next with him. Because he’s getting bigger, I can almost feel him growing by the day, and soon he’s going to start feeling all sorts of new things. But will he even have words for them? Will we feel them before he does, and be able to pass the same emotions back and forth, asking questions like we do with happy? Will it be –

But even as I ponder it, excited, headlights flash across the drive and my face bursts into a grin.

I murmur, taking another sip of my tea before putting it down on the coffee table as I watch

and continuing to stroke my stomach.

The baby pulses, making me

anything

kid – already with his jokes. God,

throws open the door, scowling as he storms through it, pushing it shut behind him and already looking up the stairs, clearly intent on going right up

me, stopping so fast in his tracks that he almost trips

you doing in here?”

I say, my voice deep with sarcasm. “Am I… not

a hand through his hair before looking up at me again. ” I’m sorry,” he says, and I can tell that he means it even though his voice is clipped. “You

of a

he sighs, and

him and folding my legs to

up the stairs. “Can

ask, going a little still. ” You’re

again, almost begging for a moment. “I just want to go to bed.

frequently see him like this. Once we broke into Roger’s tough shell, he revealed himself to be funny, and sweet, and full of jokes. This Roger,

showing me this side…he must really

my feet and moving to his side in a second. “Sure,”

me once, tugging on my hand and pulling me up

kiss before heading to the bathroom to take a short shower, washing off the day.

I want the warmth and a little light to see

of the bathroom a few minutes later, his face serious and his eyes far-off, thinking through something that I know he’ll tell me about in a few minutes when he’s ready. I can’t help admiring

keep it to myself, Roger raises his head

naked in bedroom, the fire highlighting the carved lines of his body

pants on and moves to his side of the bed, pulling back the covers and slipping beneath them. I scootch across the mattress, pressing myself

running my fingers through his still-damp hair and cooing softly to

of laughter and teasing. But tonight? Tonight,

pleasure of it. Interestingly, for how much we usually want to tear into each other, there’s not too much that’s sexual about this moment. Instead, it’s simply comfort freely offered and gratefully