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

I sigh, watching his every step and continuing to stroke my stomach. “Daddy’s in

pulses, making

anything but happy, isn’t

– already with his jokes. God, I love

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

fast in his tracks that he almost

doing in here?” he asks almost

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

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

a day?”

he sighs,

for him and folding my legs to make

glancing up the stairs. “Can we just

little

“I just want to go to bed. With you.

Roger’s tough shell, he revealed himself to be funny, and sweet, and full

he’s showing me this

second. “Sure,” I say, nodding to him and taking

to me once, tugging on my hand and pulling me up

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

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

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

Roger raises his head a

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

across the mattress, pressing myself to his side, and

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

a great deal of laughter and teasing. But tonight? Tonight, I can tell he needs

start to run my fingernails lightly over the skin of his back in a way that I know he likes. And Roger, to my content, starts almost to purr with the pleasure of it. Interestingly, for how much we usually want to tear into