Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 208

#Chapter 208 - Cora Comforts Roger

3rd Person

Cora wasn't sure what she was doing.

Her sister needed her, so why was she walking away from Ella's suite? Why wasn't she offering to help make arrangements for a funeral, or trying to help Henry convince the stubborn Luna to accept her loss and focus on caring for herself and the baby? Why was she determinedly walking the same path she had only nights before, when she'd been vulnerable and reckless enough to seek out Roger?

Because you've lost your damn mind. She thought bitterly. Worrying about a man who doesn't deserve your time or attention - someone who betrayed his own family and endangered Ella's life. So what if he's gorgeous and clever, so what if he understands you even better than you understand yourself... and makes your stomach go all soft and squishy everytime he looks at you with those fierce wolf eyes... he's still a scoundrel. He can't be trusted.

But despite Cora's confused inner musings, she was worried. She hadn't seen hide nor hair of Roger since the news broke about Sinclair's death - and that was three days ago. Ella may not have realized it, but after she collapsed the doctor sedated her for a full 72 hours, and Cora knew that was part of why this was such a struggle. Ella was waking up as if his death had just happened, but the rest of them had been battling through the last few days without her. They'd exhausted every possibility, every hope, and eventually accepted what Ella could not.

When she reached Roger's rooms, Cora knocked softly, unsure if he was even there. However her question was soon answered, when a bitter growl sounded from somewhere inside. "Go away!"

"Roger, it’s me.” Cora called, fighting back a quiver of fear. "I just wanted to check on you."

"I said go away." He barked again, and Cora thought she heard something smash.

a state, and though his harsh words and angry tone sent nervous tremors through her body, she couldn't help herself. She turned the door handle and warily opened the door. The scene which met her was more

broken or toppled, every decorative vase and framed portrait smashed and ripped. Papers and shards of glass, pottery and

you doing? Don't you have ears?" Roger snapped, appearing in the door to the bedroom. He was shirtless, dark trousers slung low on his hips, muscles rippling on his abdomen and arms. His dark hair was tousled and a thick layer of stubble swathed his cheeks. In his balled fist he held a half empty bottle of dark brown liquor, and he was swaying slightly

her in this condition. "I'm sorry." She stammered, trying and failing to look at anything but the mess or

doing well!" Roger bit, taking a swig from the bottle and stalking forward. He trod over the debris as if he didn't even realize it was there, and Cora winced as glass and splinters dug into the soles of his bare feet. Blood seeped out to blend in the wreckage, and Cora gulped

behave like prey, and here she was

my grief is messier than yours." Roger sniped,

even care? I thought you

"but

was celebrating?" Roger suggested coldly, still prowling forward until Cora had no choice but to back away, her shoulder blades colliding with the

countered sharply. "I knew you would be sad, I just wasn’t prepared for you to be quite so..." She trailed

some sort of monster? Isn't

you're doing Roger and you can’t bully me into leaving so that you

demanded, lowering his head to her neck and drinking in her scent. Cora's stomach flipped, and she could smell the whisky on his breath. "I can

not going to." Cora insisted, clenching her eyes

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