Alpha Dom and His Human 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.

“God damn it, Cora,” he growls, storming past me into the apartment, “don’t you ever check your

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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, apparently,

left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him

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

hour –”

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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

1. do.

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throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about

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

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mayo!?

you can ask all of these questions

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

steady 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 both at once.”

of what my sister is going through as I hurriedly pull on some sporty leggings and a t–shirt.

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

my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears as

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

and shaking my head

I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf

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

rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my

I ask, breezing past him.

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

him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For

replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice even