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-

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,

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

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

hour –”

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that Roger is right that Ella has been calling me

1. do.

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“I stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a

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you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they

up at 1, SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne spe

mayo!?

“God, Cora, let’s go – you can ask all of these questions

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

glance at him, my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone

less important. Overall I get the gist and my heart wrenches to think of what my sister

on my door, interrupting one of

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

a pretty good summary of the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking

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

and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using

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

Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the door

I ask, breezing past him.

We pass through

say, giving him a smile as I lean down

his voice even as I concentrate on my keys. “You’ll let me know how it goes?”