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.

storming past me into the

pho-

then Roger turns slowly and looks at me,

filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove.

and turning his attention to me as he blatantly

hour –”

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looking all 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

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all about “I stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe,

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my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they want to talk to

SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne spe

mayo!?

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

my arm from his hand and glare at him as I

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

to think of what my sister is going through as I hurriedly pull on some sporty leggings and a

interrupting one of

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

he says softly, rubbing 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

The yell and a single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing

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

down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I

breezing past

with me. We pass

as I lean down to lock my

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