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…

eyes at myself, sick,

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

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

how did the baptism go?

You okay?

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when you get up – I know you

from

away and click through the rest of my phone, trying,

As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message from Hank pops up.

mean, this is a little pathetic,

your apartment door…

I see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m

I’m holding a space 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

me? Quickly, I jump out of my bed and dash for the front

to it, I yank it

a little, his eyes going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep outside

I say, bright, cheerful – maybe too bright, too cheerful. “I’m so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke

says, giving me his rare, warm smile.

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

his lips turning up a bit at

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

as he tells me his story, my eyes

that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the

me blink and focus on him.

words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost in

okay,” he responds, giving me a little wink and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella would want to be more involved in the clinic.”

picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience.

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