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 into the apartment, “don’t you

pho-

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

are you doing here, Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking

growls, snapping out of his shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella

hour –”

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between the pillows of the couch. I dash to it and grab it and see that Roger

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grasp the whole situation – but there’s something

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hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the

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mayo!?

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my arm from his hand and glare at him as I move towards my bedroom door, giving Hank a not–too–gentle nudge back

my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my

and does 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 pull on some sporty leggings and a t–shirt. After all that she went through with the pregnancy, I had thought this was

shouts, banging on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s

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 crosses

rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be

I sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you, Hank,

and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has

it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get moving before he rips it

growl, disgruntled, but I

breezing past him.

to keep up with me. We pass through the door together and then awkwardly wait for

giving him a smile as I lean down to lock

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