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-

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. He doesn’t say

you doing here, Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void 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!”

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

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

1. do.

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

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and wrapping his hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the

SIUCkEU.

mayo!?

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

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 closing the door

deliberation. I glance at him, my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my

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

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

bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears as Hank crosses

over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there

I sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank

that of

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

down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the door open.

ask, breezing

me. We pass through the door together and then awkwardly

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

he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice even as I concentrate on my keys. “You’ll