Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 325

#Chapter 325 – Finally. Finally. 

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I cry out as I’m pulled backwards – surprised more than hurt and suddenly I’m pressed against 

him in the pouring rain. Roger holds me tight, one hand around my upper arm, the other wrapped 

firmly around me, pressing my body to his 

And the feel of him, of his skin hot against my own – my towel is gone, I have no idea where — I 

cry harder at the feel of him and rest my forehead against his chest, because I know I can’t have it 

– I can’t- 

“Cora!” Roger shouts, above the wind and the rain. “What – Cora! What the hell are you doing?!” 

“I can’t!” I sob. “I can’t do this, Roger! I can’t be with you like this, not if you’ll….you’ll never love 

me! I can’t have you in half measures!” I look up at him then, into his face, realizing the truth of it 

in that moment. “I can’t do this if you can’t take me for who I am! Human! Broken! Complicated, 

difficult! Confused, and jealous, and mad pretty much all the time! If you can’t take me like that,” I 

shout, begging now, “then let me go, Roger! Because I can’t –” 

I glance back in the direction of the hotel, my sobbing breaths tearing at my lungs, “I can’t have 

half of you. I can’t have – just…. lust. It will kill me! It will break my heart, and I’ll never survive it!” 

With the last words I pound my free hand against his chest, my palm slapping wet against his 

skin. 

Roger stares down at me as I confess everything to him- my whole heart – listening to every 

word. And then, when I’m done, when the words stop pouring from my mouth and all that’s left is 

my panting breath, he tightens his arms around me, giving me an angry little shake. He clenches 

his jaw and I can tell that he’s mad – but I have no idea why. 

“God damn it, Cora,” Roger growls, glaring down at me. “You’re my fucking mate.” 5 

And then he sweeps me up in his arms, the gesture not at all sweet or romantic – but possessive, 

and conclusive, incensed. “All I’ve ever wanted is all of you – my whole life, I’ve been waiting for 

1. it. And I was an idiot” he continues, his voice breaking, “I hesitated, and I’ll regret it until the day I 

die because there was no denying that all I want – all I’ll ever want is this –” 

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And then he kisses me, his mouth hard on mine, and my body reacts instantly, my back arching 

and pressing myself harder against him. My arms are around his neck, pulling him closer to me, 

my mouth open to him as every piece of me – every molecule – gives in. 

He’s mine. Mine, something in me screams to the universe. And god damn it, if I can have him 

And the universe responds, lightening cracking above us, the rain pouring around us as Roger 

presses me fervently too him and ravages my mouth with his kisses me like the world is falling 

to pieces around us, which it very well might be. The water rushes around his ankles, threatening 

to sweep us away. But Roger is adamant against it and something fierce within me sings that he 

and I can weather it, that I’ve been a fool to run from this. That we can face this storm, and 

whichever ones comes next. 

My hand is on his face when Roger pulls away from me. “Come on,” he growls, his skin shivering 

against the cold rain. Thunder cracks again as he turns back towards the safety of the motel. “I’m 

getting you inside. Now.” Then he shakes his head at me, frustrated, and mutters “you idiot.” 

I nod fervently, ignoring his insult, tucking my head against his shoulder and breathing hard as I 

let him carry me back to the motel. Barely above the sound of the storm, I hear him growling more 

frustrated words with every step, something about insane women who run naked into storms and 

how he should have known better, because he’s met my sister, and madness is frequently genetic… 1 

I’m shocked to find myself smiling, laughing a little and wrapping my arms more tightly around 

his neck. Because Roger is about to find out precisely how crazy I can really be. 

The door to our motel room is hanging open, blowing in the wind, but Roger ignores the rain 

water pouring through it as he strides through the entrance, kicking the door shut behind him, 

not bothering to lock it as he moves steadily towards the bed. When we get there he throws me. 

down against the mattress, a little angry and not bothering to be gentle. 

And, god damn it, but I laugh again – laugh, a little recklessly, as I bounce against the tired 

springs of this worn out motel bed. Laugh, because he’s so fucking mad at me, and me at him, and 

we’re both so mad at ourselves and I want to tear him to pieces, and I know he wants to do the 

same to me – 

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“Shut up,” Roger growls, ‘swiftly lowering himself to the bed and covering his body with mine. I