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

pho-

in the doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from

here, Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give

he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis

hour –”

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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

1. do.

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I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a note

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

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mayo!?

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

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 the bedroom and closing the door

crisis. I hand Hank my phone as 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

one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s taking so long! Let’s go!”

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

messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there any way

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

suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing

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

hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I

I ask, breezing past

walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the door together and

I say, giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment

he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice even as I concentrate on my keys. “You’ll