Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 311

#Chapter 311 – 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…

myself, sick, again, of being jealous of

and I’m so happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me realize how unhappy I

up the first thing I see is one of those

did the baptism

Cora? You

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

haven’t heard from you.

click through

me that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep

I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but

your apartment door…

I see that. Hank. He’s being so

space for Roger, one he doesn’t even want – despite what might have pa*sed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man standing outside my door with mooshoo pork,

wrong with me? Quickly, I jump out of my bed

get to it, I yank

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

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

warm smile. “I

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

says, his lips turning up a bit at

on 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

tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his strong, capable

something twist in my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the

me blink and focus on him. “Did

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

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

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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