Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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.

me into the

pho-

doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly

hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking

growls, snapping out of his shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and

hour –”

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the pillows of the couch. I dash to it and grab it and see that Roger is right that Ella has been

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the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a note “Is

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

SIUCkEU.

mayo!?

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

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

Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can you give me a summary of Ella’s texts as I get dressed? I

and does as I ask, reading some of 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 leggings and

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

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 hands me my phone, lifting one hand to my face.

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

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

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

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

growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the

ask, breezing

been ready,” he snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the door together and then awkwardly wait for Hank

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

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