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-

sees Hank standing in the doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns

as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove.

growls, snapping out of 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

hour –”

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

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

at 1, SIUCkEU. Vildt?

mayo!?

– you can ask

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.

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

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

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

my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand

good summary of the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is

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

realize, suddenly, that of

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

growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull

I ask, breezing past

up with me. We pass through

down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the nice

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