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-

shirt. And then Roger turns

are you doing here, Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door

of his shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis –

hour –”

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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.

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 note “Is the baby

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my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm

up at 1, SIUCkEU.

mayo!?

you can ask all

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

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

brisk, and does as I ask, 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 through as I hurriedly pull on some sporty leggings and a t–shirt.

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 room to

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, Hank, but –”

I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it to spy on

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

to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the

ask, breezing past him.

with me. We pass through the door

lean down to lock

hear the smile in his voice even as I concentrate on my keys. “You’ll let me know how