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.

growls, storming past me into the apartment,

pho-

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

void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking

to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have been blowing up your phone for an

hour –”

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over – 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 at Roger as

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throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but

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

SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne spe

mayo!?

he almost yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you can

but all it breeds in me is defiance. “Fine!” I shout.” God, Roger, give 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 back into

I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can

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

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

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

and looking into my eyes.

his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you,

The yell and a single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it

hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away

going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the door open.

I ask, breezing

snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the

as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food

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