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-

Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe in my bathrobe. He doesn’t say a

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

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

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 through them,

1. do.

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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 note “Is the baby –”

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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,

up at 1, SIUCkEU.

mayo!?

– you can ask all of these questions in

worry and his impatience, 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 the bedroom and closing the door behind us.

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

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

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

the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears as Hank crosses the room to me and hands me my

his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there any way I can help?”

cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank

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

nod towards it. “Come on,” I say,

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

ask, breezing past

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

I say, giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the nice

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