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-

Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe in my bathrobe.

as I slamming the door shut

his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have

hour –”

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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 Ella has been calling me for the past hour, as well as sending texts. I quickly flick through them, glancing at Roger

1. do.

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grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe,

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

1, SIUCkEU. Vildt?

mayo!?

“God, Cora, let’s go – you can

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 him as I move towards my bedroom door, giving Hank a

crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can you give me

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 this was

banging on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s

I mutter as I pull on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind

thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all

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

a single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it to spy on

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 my

I ask, breezing past

with me. We pass through the door together and then awkwardly wait for Hank

him a smile as I lean down to

even as I concentrate on my keys. “You’ll let me