Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 312: Reinforcements 

Cora

Hank and I are tangled in the sheets of my bed, talking softly to each other about nothing, when suddenly I hear a pounding on my door – a dangerous, feral, fervent sound.

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“What the hell is that,” Hank gasps, sitting up and whipping his head to look towards the front of

my apartment.

“I–I don’t know “I stutter, fear racing through me. The pounding halts for a moment and we both sit there, frozen, not knowing what to do. Then, suddenly, a voice breaks through the silence.

“Cora!” it shouts, and my jaw drops a little because…well, because I know that voice. “Open the

damn door, Cora!”

“Oh my god,” I murmur, standing up and wrapping my naked body in my sheets – weirdly bashful in this moment. As I do, the pounding starts again.

“Do you know who it is?” Hank asks, hurriedly getting out of bed and pulling his pants on

“Yes,” I breathe, quickly switching the sheets for my robe hanging on the back of my door and

then rushing through the living room. “It’s fucking…”

But Hank, standing at the doorway to my bedroom, sees for himself the moment I pull the door

open.

Roger’s fist is still raised as my door flies open, but he drops it as he glares down at me.

storming past me into the apartment, “don’t you

pho-

Hank standing in the doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe in my bathrobe. He doesn’t say

filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared the hell

turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella

hour –”

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then finally spotting my phone, wedged between the pillows of the couch. I dash to it and grab it and see that Roger is right that Ella has been calling me for the past hour, as well as sending texts. I quickly flick through them, glancing

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grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a note “Is

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wrapping his hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they want to

SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne spe

mayo!?

let’s go – you can ask all of these questions

coming!” I rip my arm from his hand and glare at him as I move towards my bedroom

I glance at him, my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can you give me a summary of Ella’s

wrenches to think of what my

Roger shouts, banging on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s taking

door, fed up with his impatience. “God damn Alpha bullshit…” I mutter as I pull on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears as Hank

his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there any way I

to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you, Hank, but

suddenly, that of course Roger has

hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d

rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but

breezing past

with me. We pass through the door together and then

as I lean down to lock my apartment

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