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.

Cora,” he growls, storming past me into the

pho-

goes silent, though, the moment he sees 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 a word, rendered,

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

and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores

hour –”

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and see that Roger is right that Ella has been calling me for the past hour, as well as sending texts. I quickly flick

  1. do.

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all about “I stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the

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arm, “but they need you. It’s

up at 1, SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne

mayo!?

– you can

I rip my arm from his hand and glare at him as I move towards my

cool and deliberation. 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 texts as I get dressed? I can’t do

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

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

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 crosses the room to me and hands me my phone, lifting one

my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right?

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

again and I realize, suddenly, that of course

my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get moving before he rips

going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled,

ask, breezing past

me. We pass through the door together and then awkwardly

a smile as I lean down

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