The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Cora

I narrow my eyes at Roger when he comes upstairs about forty-five minutes later. “Are you going to behave better now?” I ask, my voice tense.

“Yup,” he says, leaning in the doorway with a lazy smile.

I start to laugh as I look over his too – loose stature. “Is it because you’re all drunk?” My eyes shift to Sinclair as he appears in the doorway behind his brother. “Seriously, did you get him all drunk?”

Sinclair, Rafe sitting up in his arms, just gives a little shrug, his mouth pulled up at the corner in a secret smile.

“I am only,” Roger says, smiling as he steps into the room and holding up a hand with his thumb and pointer finger pressed very close together, “a very tiny bit drunk. Just something to steady the nerves.”

Ella laughs next to me before she scoots off the bed.

“All right, then,” she says, gesturing to me as she moves around the bed and reaches to take Rafe from Sinclair. ” Take your spot, Roger. And stop freaking her out, okay?”

“I promise,” Roger mumbles, giving Ella a sloppy little salute before climbing onto the bed and taking her place.

“We’ll be downstairs,” Ella says when I turn my eyes to her. “You just call, and we’ll be right up. Okay?”

I nod to her, smiling a little, grateful that she’s here. Beyond having the power to heal me instantly should anything go wrong, it’s just…really nice to have my sister close by.

Roger sighs as he pulls himself into the spot close on my right and tucks his legs in under the blankets. Then he turns to me, his face serious. “I’m sorry, Cora,” he says quietly.

“Thank you,” I say, my anger fading as I see that he means it. I lift a hand to his cheek, wanting to touch him, wanting him close.

“I just love you so much

“I get it,” I say, nodding.

He nods too, capturing my hand and pressing a kiss to it. “But I didn’t listen to you. And Sinclair made me sit down and listen – which he shouldn’t have to do, so I’m sorry about that. But he explained that you need to be the one freaking out today. So, I have to just… be steady. Is that right?”

quietly, studying him. “I mean, Roger, it’s not that you can’t feel afraid too – I get

Cora –

smile coming to my lips now as he slips an arm around

apart are the contractions?” he asks, looking down at my belly

minutes,” I answer, my voice quiet. “Or, maybe

I know he doesn’t feel.

start

asks, turning

murmur, taking his cheeks in my hands and

to try, don’t I,” he murmurs against my lips, kissing me back. “I’m going to be a

I bite my lip, feeling significantly calmer now, starting to get…well, maybe a little excited, alongside

murmurs, a little thoughtlessly as he tucks his head close to mine and takes a deep breath of my scent, “like

do you think

click my tongue and pull away to glare at

would that even be

goddess grandchildren,” he says, grinning at me. “Anything is

rolling my eyes, “would have shown up

says, holding

but I’m smiling as I snuggle close to him. Or at least I smile for a second, before the next contraction starts

rigid next to me but does his best to stay quiet, his eyes on me throughout the whole contraction. He keeps his arms around me too

says quietly when it all

now. And then I smile a little, returning my hand to his cheek. “I hope the baby’s eyes

smirking at me. “Big brown ones, like his mom.

I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” I reply, dropping my hand from his

to hurry up,” Roger murmurs, turning is attention to the

bond as well. “Nah, don’t rush him,”

and reassurance to the baby, as

out here,” I say, laughing a bit. “Whenever he’s

Roger murmurs. ” Any

honestly, for the first time? I agree. I’m finally ready – completely ready to bring

passes and dusk darkens our windows before my contractions really start to heat up. By then, the house is busy with all the people we’ve asked to come to the house for the birth our family, but also several medical professionals to really ensure