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-

freezes and goes 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 bathrobe.

that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared the hell out of us!”

he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair

hour –”

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all over – and then finally spotting my phone, wedged between the pillows of the couch. I dash to it and grab it and see that Roger is right that

1. do.

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can’t grasp the

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they need you. It’s

1, SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne spe

mayo!?

yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you can ask all of these questions in the car!”

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

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 dressed? I can’t

wrenches to think of what my sister is going through as I hurriedly pull on some sporty leggings

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

I mutter as I pull 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

over my cheek and looking into my

lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you, Hank, but

realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has

the 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

hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and

ask, breezing past

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

him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the

replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice even