Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

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…

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

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

the first thing I see is

Cora – how did the

Cora? You

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

heard from you.

swipe the messages away and click through

at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath

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

your apartment door…

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

– despite what might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s

out of my

I yank it open,

large bag of Chinese on the little mail table

I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up

rare, warm smile. “I get it

want to come in?” I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my little

lips turning up a bit

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

Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his

something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump

asks, making me blink and focus on him. “Did you hear me?”

I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him

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

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 – but she’s got a big heart,

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