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.

it, Cora,” he growls, storming past me

pho-

And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe in my bathrobe. He doesn’t say a word, rendered, apparently,

I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared the hell out of

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

hour –”

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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

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grasp the whole situation – but there’s

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to me and wrapping his hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the

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mayo!?

yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you can

“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

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 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

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

on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I

the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there any way I can help?”

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

comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of

towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get

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

ask, breezing past him.

swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the door

lean down to lock my apartment

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