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.

sip of my tea before putting it down on the coffee table as

his every step and continuing to stroke my stomach.

baby pulses, making me

is anything but happy, isn’t

already with his jokes.

pushing it shut behind him and already looking

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

doing in

I say, my voice deep with sarcasm.

at me again. ” I’m sorry,” he says, and I

hell of a day?” I

he sighs, and

here,” I say, reaching for him and folding my legs to make space on

Cora,” he says, glancing up the stairs.

going a little still. ” You’re

head again, almost begging for a moment. “I just want to go to bed. With you. And just…be there.

tough shell, he revealed himself to be funny,

showing me this side…he must really be

and moving to his side in a second. “Sure,” I say, nodding to him and taking

tugging on my

quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to take a short shower, washing off the day. I’m silent as I change into

fire because I want the warmth and a little light to see

about in a few minutes when he’s ready. I can’t help admiring him a little when he drops his towel and reaches for

to myself, Roger raises his head a little and

in bedroom, the fire highlighting the carved lines

his side of the bed, pulling back the covers and slipping beneath them. I scootch across the mattress, pressing myself to his side, and Roger lets out a

through his still-damp hair and cooing softly to him in a way I rarely

a great deal of laughter and teasing. But

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,