Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 312

#Chapter 312 – Cora at Home

Cora

When I wake up it’s almost eight at night and I groan, realizing that my sleep schedule is

completely wrecked. I’m reminded, suddenly, of my years as a medical resident when this sort of thing was normal – sleeping all day, taking night shifts, living moment to moment rather than a steady, scheduled life.

And quite frankly, right now? That sounds really wonderful, compared against a whole night of empty hours in which I have nothing to do but… think.

Think about what I’m doing in my life, think about my career which has gone in a really weird direction, think about my relationship…s.

About a certain kiss in the woods.

About a sweet doctor who, apparently, wants to build a life with me.

I sigh and sit up, looking around at my sterile little apartment. I never really decorated, I realize as

I look around at the grey and beige furniture, the simple linens, the charmless curtains. Everything is functional and high quality but none of it is… me?

Or is it?

I frown at my space, thinking of Ella’s sweet home that – even though Sinclair picked out most of the furniture before she moved in – still sings Ella Ella Ella in every corner. It’s warm and sweet

and comfortable. What does my space say about me?

I mean, I’m an orphan – I never had any possessions or any control over the environments in

which I lived, so where would I have learned to decorate? I never had a mother to show me how

So where did Ella…

groan, rolling my eyes at myself, sick, again,

in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That

my phone, seeking some kind of distraction from these disquieting- thoughts. But when I pick it up the first thing I

did the baptism go?

Cora? You

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when you get up – I know you were up all night

from you.

the messages away and click through the

let it bother me that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message from Hank pops

this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can you let me in? I

your apartment door…

see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not being fair

one he doesn’t even want – despite what might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change

of my bed

to it, I yank

wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table

bright, too cheerful. “I’m so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m very sorry. I should have texted before I

his rare, warm smile. “I get it – you had a

ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my little apartment. “I am…well, I am starving,

says, his lips turning up a bit at the corner. “That sounds great, Cora.”

Chinese spread out around us on the coffee table, eating right out of the containers with the supplied chopsticks, Hank tells me all about his day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective mothers as well as general ailments from humans and wolves who currently don’t have access

some tricky cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my

stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes-

he asks, making me blink and focus

a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an

and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just

she’d be dying to be more involved in the clinic,” I respond instantly, looking down at my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would

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