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

slamming the door shut and

damn 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

hour –”

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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 as

1. do.

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in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole

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

up at 1, SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne

mayo!?

“God, Cora, let’s go – you can ask all of these questions in the car!”

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 behind us.

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

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. After all that she went through with the pregnancy, I had thought this

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

tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears

messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my

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

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

glare at the door, hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from

it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled,

I ask, breezing

snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the door together and then

a smile as I lean down to

he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice even as I concentrate on