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-

shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to

void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove.

he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have been blowing up your phone for

hour –”

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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

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my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about

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need you. It’s something about the

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

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

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

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.

interrupting one of Hank’s

towards the door, fed up with his impatience. “God damn Alpha bullshit…” 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

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

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

of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it to spy

towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get moving before he

to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but

breezing

with me. We pass through the door together

Hank,” I say, giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the nice time.”

I can hear the smile in his voice even as I concentrate on