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-

silent, though, the moment he sees 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

the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared the

attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis –

hour –”

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I dash to it and grab it and see that Roger

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stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation –

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

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

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

hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser.

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. After all that she went through with the pregnancy, I had thought

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

bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my

looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be

I sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head

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

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

not going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll

I ask, breezing past him.

been ready,” he snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the door together and

down to lock my apartment door.

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