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…

rolling my eyes at myself, sick, again, of

what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me

distraction from these disquieting- thoughts. But when I pick it up the first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m trying to avoid leaving me an assortment of messages. I sigh and click open my message

– how did the

Cora? You okay?

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send me a text when you get up – I know you were up all

from

and click through the rest of my phone,

As I take a deep

Hey, are you home? I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can you let

your apartment door…

bit when I see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not being fair to him, am

for Roger, one he doesn’t even want – despite what might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s

of my bed

I get to it, I yank

going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little

just woke

smile.

in?” I ask, leaning against my door frame and

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

the house, the 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 to their regular healthcare providers.

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

something that makes me…well,

me blink and focus on

his words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I

me a little wink and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back.

broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be helpful there? I think that she

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