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.

damn it, Cora,” he growls, storming past me

pho-

his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe in

here, Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the

snapping out of his shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s

hour –”

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and 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

  1. do.

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in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation –

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my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they want to talk to you about what happened

at 1, SIUCkEU. Vildt?

mayo!?

almost yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you can ask all of these questions

me ten seconds! Obviously I’m coming!” I rip my arm from his hand and glare at him as I move towards my bedroom door, giving Hank a not–too–gentle nudge

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

as I ask, reading some of the texts aloud to me, skipping through the ones that he deems less important. Overall I get the gist and my heart wrenches to think of what my sister is going through as I hurriedly

Roger shouts, banging on my door, interrupting one of

pull on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears as Hank crosses the room to me and hands me my phone, lifting

good summary of the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all

and shaking my head a

pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it to spy on

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

I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull

I ask, breezing past

up with me. We pass through the door together

a smile as I lean down to lock my

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