Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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.

Cora,” he growls, storming past me into the apartment, “don’t you ever

pho-

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

doing here, Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door

his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have been blowing up your phone for an

hour –”

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I dash to it and grab it and see that Roger is right that Ella

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

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

SIUCkEU. Vildt?

mayo!?

go – you can ask all of these questions in the car!”

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

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 Ella’s texts as I get dressed? I can’t do

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 a t–shirt. After all that she went through with the pregnancy, I had thought

interrupting one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s taking so long!

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.

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

I sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you, Hank, but –”

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

disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and

I 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 to

down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the