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…

sick, again, of being jealous of my sister.

life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me realize how unhappy I am, when I

kind of 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

– how did the

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when you get up – I know you were up all night but I’m worried that

from you.

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

from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message

I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can you let

your apartment door…

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

have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man standing outside my door with mooshoo pork,

my bed and dash for the front door of

it, I

a little, his eyes going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of

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

smile. “I get it – you had a busy

my door frame and gesturing towards

a bit at the corner. “That sounds great,

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

tricky cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair –

stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the couch and

me blink and focus on

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

it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella would want to be more involved

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 she really be helpful there? I think that she would do anything

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