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,

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.

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

hour –”

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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

1. do.

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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 –”

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

SIUCkEU. Vildt?

mayo!?

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

I shout.” God, Roger, give me ten seconds! Obviously I’m coming!” I rip my arm from

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

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 as I hurriedly pull on some sporty

banging on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s readings.

on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up,

pretty good summary of the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes.

to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank

and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it to spy on

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

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

ask, breezing past him.

ready,” he snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass

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

the smile in his voice even as