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-

sees Hank standing in the doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at

are 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

it,” Roger growls, snapping out of his shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have been blowing up

hour –”

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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

1. do.

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this all about “I stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation

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for now,” Roger growls, moving close to me and wrapping his hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about

SIUCkEU. Vildt?

mayo!?

he 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 him as I move towards my bedroom door, giving Hank a not–too–gentle nudge back into the bedroom and closing

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

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

Roger shouts, banging on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s taking so long! Let’s

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 room to me

and looking into my eyes. “Are

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

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

then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from

it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and

breezing

We pass through the door together and then awkwardly wait for Hank to

smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the

even as I