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.

–

“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-

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. He doesn’t say

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

Roger growls, snapping out of his shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis

hour –”

—

I gasp, looking 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.

–

all about “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 –”

–

around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they want to talk to you about what happened that day

up at 1, SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne spe

mayo!?

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

sense his fury, his 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

going on?” Hank asks, all steady cool 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

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

shouts, banging on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s

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

cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you, Hank, but –”

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

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

disgruntled, but I just

breezing past

walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the door together and

Hank,” I say, giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment

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