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.

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

I sigh, watching his every step and continuing to stroke my stomach.

The baby pulses, making

daddy is anything but happy, isn’t

jokes. God,

through it, pushing it shut behind him and already looking up the stairs, clearly intent on going right up

cheerfully, and Roger whips towards me, stopping so fast in his tracks that he almost trips over his own

you doing in here?” he

in surprise, looking him up and down. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice deep with sarcasm. “Am I… not allowed

for a second and running a hand through his hair before looking up at me again. ” I’m sorry,” he says, and I

of a day?”

he sighs,

folding my legs to

says, glancing up the

little still. ” You’re not

almost begging for a moment. “I just want to go to bed. With you.

shell, he revealed himself

this side…he must really be

side in a second. “Sure,”

mate nods to me once, tugging on my hand and pulling me up the

the bedroom, instead moving smoothly through our evening routine. Roger gives a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to take a short shower, washing off the day. I’m silent as I change into my nightgown, laying out a pair of pajama pants on the bed for

on the fire because I want the warmth and a little light to see by, but otherwise shut off

watch my mate as he comes out 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 him a little when he drops his

Roger raises his head a little and smirks at me. But I just shrug,

shows up all naked in bedroom, the fire highlighting the carved lines of his body in a

slipping beneath them. I scootch across the mattress, pressing myself to his side, and Roger lets out a wicked little growl as he wraps

hair and cooing softly to him in a

on a great deal of laughter and teasing. But tonight? Tonight, I

to my content, starts almost to purr with the 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 accepted by two people who love each