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.

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

continuing to

The baby pulses, making

anything

already with his jokes. God, I love

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

towards me, stopping so fast in his tracks

in

little in surprise, looking him up and down. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice deep with sarcasm. “Am I…

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

a

he sighs,

reaching for him and folding my legs

up the stairs. “Can we just

going a little

for a moment. “I just

I say, a little disturbed now. Because I don’t frequently see him like this. Once we broke into Roger’s tough shell, he revealed himself to be funny, and

he’s showing me this

second. “Sure,” I say, nodding

me once, tugging on my hand and pulling me up

don’t say much as when we get up to 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

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

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 towel and reaches for the folded pajama pants

my desire down our bond despite my efforts to keep it to myself, Roger raises his head a little and smirks at me. But I just shrug, because I mean, it’s not a

to do when he shows up all naked in bedroom, the fire highlighting the carved lines of

slipping beneath them. I scootch across the mattress, pressing myself to his side, and Roger lets out a wicked little growl as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, resting his cheek against my chest and letting out a long

my fingers through his still-damp hair

of our relationship is based on a great deal of laughter and teasing. But tonight? Tonight, I can tell

it. Interestingly, for how much we usually want to tear into each other, there’s not too